The Main Hawthorne Family.
The conference hall felt as ominous as dark clouds looming overhead, with a chilling atmosphere that seed to seep into one’s very breath.
"You’re the Family Head of the Hawthorne Family. Since your personal seal is on the marriage agreent, you have the obligation to honor the engagent with my daughter. You can’t go back on your word. Am I right?" Howard Yates spoke to himself, then turned to the nearby Hawthorne Family mbers for affirmation.
But no one echoed his sentint.
Except for the few elders who previously supported Harold Hawthorne’s power grab, which Hawthorne Family mber would be foolish enough to offend Cyrus Hawthorne for the sake of the Yates Family?
A re scrap from Cyrus Hawthorne was enough for them to live lavishly, with no worries about food or drink. Were they looking to ruin their good lives?
Howard Yates, undeterred by the lack of support, intensified his tone and questioned Cyrus Hawthorne, who sat in the main seat, "Family Head, I’m only asking you one thing today: will you or won’t you fulfill your duty and marry my daughter?"
Before Cyrus Hawthorne could respond, the Hawthorne Family mbers were already furious.
"Enough, Howard Yates!" Charlotte Hawthorne slamd the table and stood up. She had always had a fiery temper and couldn’t hold back any longer, "The marriage agreent was a rule set by the Hawthorne ancestors a hundred years ago. What ti are we living in now? Who recognizes these marriage agreents anymore? Do you think holding up a marriage agreent is like wielding a royal decree? You’re delusional!"
Clara Hawthorne coughed, signaling her to maintain her elegance and avoid vulgarity.
Others might be wary of Howard Yates and Miyi Yates’s reputation within the Hawthorne Family and hesitate to speak harshly.
But Charlotte Hawthorne dared to.
"Forcing the Family Head to marry your daughter? Do you even deserve it? Pah!" she pointed at Howard Yates, extending her disdain to Miyi Yates standing beside him, "You and your daughter are birds of a feather, two peas in a pod."
Charlotte Hawthorne had initially thought highly of Miyi Yates, appreciating her unwavering support for Cyrus Hawthorne, and feeling her family background and capabilities matched with him.
But the idea that Miyi had no involvent in this incident was sothing Charlotte would never believe!
Miyi Yates had always been the well-behaved, outstanding child in the elders’ eyes, never once berated by them face-to-face like this.
But once an arrow is released, it doesn’t co back. She had already stepped forward, and it was now too late to feign innocence; she could only hope to repair the relationship later on.
Thus, Miyi Yates bore with it.
Howard Yates, however, would not bear it, retorting, "Watch your mouth. What do you an by two peas in a pod? You also admit the marriage agreent was set by the Hawthorne ancestors. If the Family Head refuses to fulfill the obligations of the marriage agreent, does that not an he disrespects the Hawthorne ancestors?"
"You—"
"Enough." A cold voice interrupted, imdiately quelling the fire from both parties.
Cyrus Hawthorne’s expression remained detached and cold, as if their argunt was non-existent. His dark, narrow eyes showed no ripples, maintaining an indifferently detached attitude throughout.
This left Howard Yates and Miyi Yates flustered and unable to remain calm.
They could not fathom his current thoughts, rendering all their strategies useless.
The only thing that could control him was the marriage agreent...
"How lively it is here." Suddenly, a familiar voice ca from the hall entrance.
Laura Quinn walked in, dressed in a Bohemian-style long dress, wearing a woven sun hat, as if she had just returned from a tropical vacation.
Laura Quinn glanced around at those present, smiling, "How long have I been away, and what on earth has happened at ho?"
"Sister-in-law, how dare you." Charlotte Hawthorne responded with obvious sarcasm, "Didn’t you secretly use Cian’s personal seal to stamp the marriage agreent with Miyi Yates? Now, why pretend to be ignorant."
No wonder Charlotte Hawthorne was so indignant.
Ever since Cyrus Hawthorne clarified to them that it wasn’t Ann Vaughn who had cheated, but rather, he had grown tired of their marriage and had done all sorts of excessive things to her.
Charlotte Hawthorne had developed a deep sympathy for Ann Vaughn.
Especially now that she had seen Miyi Yates’s calculative nature for herself, she naturally did not want her to beco the Young Madam Hawthorne.
Laura Quinn acted as if she hadn’t heard Charlotte’s sarcasm, sitting down right next to Cyrus Hawthorne.
Seeing her arrival, Howard Yates and Miyi Yates felt a sense of relief.
"Madam, you be the judge. The marriage agreent may have been a rule set by the Hawthorne ancestors a hundred years ago, but since it still exists, doesn’t that an there’s an obligation to honor it?" Howard Yates asked eagerly.
Laura Quinn nodded, "Indeed, the family rules cannot be disregarded. As long as they are in place, they are valid."
Cyrus Hawthorne arched an eyebrow, picked up his coffee cup and took a sip without uttering a word.
Howard Yates listened, mockingly glancing at Charlotte Hawthorne before continuing to ask, "Then, Madam, does that an the Family Head should marry my daughter?"
"Well..." Laura Quinn turned her head, seeing Charlotte Hawthorne glaring at her, she hesitated, then said, "Howard Yates, just saying it won’t convince everyone. The marriage agreent must be shown for everyone to see."
"Madam is right. The marriage agreent has always been with Miyi. I’ll take it out now for everyone to see," Howard Yates said with a face full of smiles, nudging Miyi Yates.
Miyi Yates imdiately stood up, taking a brocade box from her bag and opening it to reveal the marriage agreent.
Ever since obtaining this marriage agreent, Miyi Yates had kept it locked in a safe to prevent any incidents.
On the way to the Hawthorne Family, she had been extra cautious, fearing it would get lost.
But now, she could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
She was finally going to beco the Family Head’s wife—
Miyi Yates smiled sweetly, taking out the rolled-up marriage agreent and slowly unfurling it for everyone to see, determined to show them all in clear detail.
"This is my marriage agreent with the Family Head."
As she finished saying this, the entire conference hall fell silent.
Except for Cyrus Hawthorne and Laura Quinn, everyone else wore expressions as if they had been struck by lightning, eyes wide as if they had seen a ghost.
"This..." Charlotte Hawthorne pointed at the marriage agreent in Miyi Yates’s hand, with a look that said, "Are you kidding ?" "You say this is the marriage agreent between you and the Family Head?"
Miyi Yates nodded slightly, maintaining her serene smile, "Yes."
"I think you’ve lost your mind." Clara Hawthorne coldly stated, voicing everyone’s thoughts, "Where is the Family Head’s personal seal on this marriage agreent? Just your own seal counts as a marriage agreent? You think you can force the Family Head to marry you with this? Are you insane?"
"I thought I was seeing things, but it turns out there really is no Family Head’s personal seal here..."
"I used to think Miyi Yates was well-mannered, composed, and the perfect choice for Mrs. Hawthorne, but now she seems like she has a severe case of delusion."
"If Madam hadn’t suggested showing the marriage agreent, we’d have been deceived. Who would suspect they’d fabricate sothing like this?"
"I feel like I never really knew this father-daughter duo before..."
To use a more trendy term, Miyi Yates’s reputation had collapsed.
And it had shattered completely.
Miyi Yates’s mind exploded like a bomb. She turned the marriage agreent over—
The bottommost part, where Cyrus Hawthorne’s personal seal should have been, was shockingly blank!
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