Chapter 475: Chapter 474: The Children Will Have Their Own Fortunes
Leona Grant bolted out the door like a madman, wishing he could sprout wings and fly to Annabelle Linton’s side.
’Marriage?’
’In your dreams! If you’re marrying anyone, it’s me!’
’Annabelle Linton, you can forget about running off abroad with some other guy. Just stay put and have my baby!’
’I’ll skin you alive!’
’If I let you go again this time, I’ll be damned!’
Just as Leona Grant was running out, Vivian Yates arrived, wearing her wedding dress and surrounded by a large crowd.
Mrs. Ainsworth gazed at her daughter, and the more she looked, the more pleased she was.
Her daughter was marrying a true titan among men. So what if he was her niece’s ex-husband?
What an honor!
Vivian Yates saw Leona Grant heading her way, looking particularly excited. With a bashful expression, she started forward, ready for an over-the-top public display of affection. But to her shock, Leona Grant ran straight past her and out the door without a single glance.
Vivian Yates: "..."
"Leona! Leona, the wedding is about to start! Where are you going!" Vivian Yates shouted, all concern for her image forgotten as she saw him leaving.
Leona Grant completely ignored her, coldly tossing out two words, "It’s off!"
’I have a wife. Who the fuck would marry a piece of trash like you?’
’Did you think I...?’
Under everyone’s stunned gaze, Leona Grant left, cutting a dashing figure as he departed.
The Ainsworth family’s faces were livid.
...
「Upstairs.」
Patrick Grant watched Leona Grant’s hasty departure, his own expression darkening.
When Butler Zane brought the tea, he saw the old master’s melancholic expression and sighed. "Sir, your children and grandchildren will make their own way. You must take care of your health now. You can’t keep worrying like this."
Patrick Grant turned, looking at the butler with a lost expression. "Mr. Zane," he said sadly, "sometimes I wonder... why did I go to all that trouble to get them together?
The old King entrusted that child, Annabelle, to me personally. For one, I was truly fond of her, right from the start. For another, I saw how innocent and kind she was. I couldn’t bear to entrust her to anyone else, for fear of failing the King’s expectations. That’s why I kept her living under my watch.
I feared she would suffer, yet all these years, it’s been my own arrogance that has made Annabelle’s life miserable. Leona has truly failed her.
But now, the child has completely given up hope on Leona. She’s so desperate to marry someone else and leave this place at once... Yet without her, Leona acts as if he can’t go on. They are both dear to me, and I don’t want to hurt either of them. What am I supposed to do? Tell me, was it a mistake? Was forcing them together a mistake from the very start...?"
’This whole business about fertility issues was a complete fabrication.’
’What does fertility have to do with blood type, anyway?’
Butler Zane poured Patrick Grant a cup of tea and said meaningfully, "Sir, the Young Master’s feelings for Miss Linton are now clear for all to see. I believe he will never break her heart again. I can personally guarantee it."
"But Annabelle..."
"Sir, this man Miss Linton is about to marry is likely no saint. If he really is one of *their* people, then Miss Linton would truly be jumping into a pit of fire. What you’re doing is entirely for her own good. One day, she will thank you for it."
Patrick Grant fell silent. A long while later, as if he’d finally come to a decision, he gave a quiet hum of assent.
’Perhaps it really is best to let the children handle their own affairs.’
...
There was no way Annabelle Linton’s wedding was happening today.
Even without her grandfather’s divine intervention, Ashley Grant was no pushover.
Before she crashed the party, Ashley Grant swallowed hard, silently made the sign of the cross, and mentally lit a row of prayer candles for herself.
’Ryan Linton... my husband, my darling, my honey... I’m so sorry, but you’ll just have to spend one night in a holding cell...’
’I’ll come bail you out tomorrow. I’m doing this for our future, and for my brother’s future. You’ll understand, won’t you?’
’Muah muah muah muah muah!’
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