Chapter 2012: 565: It turns out to be a clown_5
Windy asked, “Isla, where are your bridesmaids?”
The customs in Capital City are different from other places.
In other places, bridesmaids are at the bride’s ho from the start, but in Capital City, the bridesmaids start from the groom’s ho and go to the bride’s ho. Then once they arrive there, they block the bedroom door to prevent the groomsn from entering.
Of course.
It’s not just eight bridesmaids blocking the door, but also the bride’s relatives.
And now.
As soon as Brandon Thompson and the others breached the main door, the bridesmaids and relatives all ran to the room to block it.
Luckily Isla Astir’s bedroom is large enough, otherwise it really wouldn’t accommodate so many people.
Brandon Thompson started knocking on the door, holding a bouquet of flowers.
“Isla, open the door.”
“If the groom wants us to open the door, you’ll have to show so sincerity.”
“As long as you open the door, we’ll make sure the red packets are ample!” That was Samuel Thompson’s voice, “Sister, give your brother so face.”
After saying that, Samuel Thompson began stuffing red packets through the door crack.
Those who get to block the door in the bride’s room aren’t short on money; snatching red packets is just for the excitent.
A voice ca from outside the door: “Sister, is that enough sincerity?”
This was Edward Thompson’s voice.
Sophia Andrews said with a smile, “Sister said it’s not enough, next we’ll test the groom’s intelligence.”
“Bring it on!” Edward Thompson rolled up his sleeves.
The bridesmaids discussed what kind of question they should ask.
Viola Thompson raised her eyebrows slightly, “Then let’s have the groom recite a poem to hurry the makeup.”
“No looking at your phone.” She added right after.
As soon as he heard it, Brandon Thompson knew it was his little sister’s voice.
Setting up her own brother, huh.
Even with Brandon Thompson’s extensive knowledge, he never learned any poem to hurry makeup.
But at that mont.
Terrence Lentz spoke lightly, “Big brother, I’ll say one line, you say the next.”
What Brandon Thompson didn’t know, Terrence did.
He had imagined countless wedding scenes for himself.
So, he was well prepared.
With Terrence Lentz’s help, Brandon Thompson smoothly overca the many challenges and finally received his bride.
The traditional Chinese hanfu for both Brandon Thompson and Isla Astir was sponsored by Viola Thompson.
Isla Astir was wearing a genuine phoenix coronet and robes of rank, and Brandon Thompson had imagined countless tis what Isla would look like in them.
But standing in front of her now, he was still amazed.
Beauty lies in the lover’s eyes.
That saying couldn’t be truer.
At this mont, in Brandon Thompson’s eyes, Isla Astir was the most beautiful girl in the world.
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Mr. and Mrs. Sumr also ca to attend Brandon Thompson’s wedding.
Grasping her belly, Mrs. Sumr, watching the well-matched couple on stage, sighed, “Our Jean still couldn’t reach the heights of Brandon.”
Mr. Beckman said with a smile, “Those two were never right for each other to begin with.”
Now that they have a second child, he doesn’t need to focus all his energy on Jean.
The daughter has grown up and she will get married sooner or later.
They, as parents, have done all they could. It’s not their fault Jean didn’t seize her chance.
They may not be the best parents.
But they have given their daughter everything they could.
Mary Perryne walked over with a glass of wine, smiling, “Mrs. Sumr you must be close to giving birth, right?”
When she first spoke casually about it, she never expected Mrs. Sumr to really be pregnant.
Mary Perryne was surprised and admired Mrs. Sumr.
She was so decisive.
If she were Mrs. Sumr, she might not be able to be as decisive.
Mrs. Sumr said with a smile, “The due date is December 2nd, but we’re planning to have a C-section a week earlier.”
After all, as an older expectant mother, a cesarean section is much safer.
Mary Perryne took Mrs. Sumr’s hand, “Congratulations.”
Mrs. Sumr continued, “The sa to you, Sister. I wish you’ll hold your eldest grandson soon.”
“Thank you.”
The two won tacitly avoided ntioning Jean Beckman.
By the ti Jean Beckman returned ho, Mandel Thompson and Isla Astir’s wedding had already ended.
Mr. Beckman and Mrs. Sumr also returned ho at this ti.
As soon as they entered the living room, they saw Jean Beckman standing there with a dark look in her eyes, staring at them.
Hearing about it was one thing, but actually seeing her mother’s pregnant belly was another.
Jean Beckman was on the verge of collapse, instantly becoming hysterical, “Why? Why are you doing this to ?”
Her parents decided to have a second child without her permission!
She did not agree.
Compared to Jean Beckman’s hysteria, the Sumr family appeared particularly calm.
Mr. Sumr just looked at Jean Beckman and continued, “Don’t bla others for your own lack of achievent. If it weren’t for you completely breaking your mother’s and my hearts, we would never have co to this point! Have you visited us once in these months? Have you called us? Have you fulfilled your responsibilities as a daughter?”
Everything was Jean Beckman’s own doing.
Jean Beckman cried out, “You’re too selfish! Why have I beco like this today? It’s the fault of the parent for not teaching their child—if you hadn’t neglected to properly educate since I was little! Now, feeling that I’m not the daughter you wanted in your heart, you’ve decisively abandoned and started over by having another child! Let tell you! This new one will not even compare to !”
From a young age, her parents had doted on her.
Whatever she wanted, her parents would give her.
She thought her parents would always indulge her.
But unexpectedly…
She had so quickly beco a discarded pawn in their hands.
Ultimately, she was still their own daughter, and Mr. Sumr looked at Jean Beckman and continued, “Don’t worry, no matter what, we are still kin, and I will find a good marriage for you.”
After saying these words, Mr. Sumr went upstairs with his wife.
Jean Beckman took a deep breath, stubbornly wiped away the tears in her eyes; crying would an admitting defeat.
She couldn’t cry.
She had to smile.
She would make her parents regret their actions today.
Why would her parents abandon her?
Wasn’t it just because they saw Mandel Thompson getting married?
Little did they know.
Mandel Thompson got married just to spite her.
She would find Mandel Thompson and clear things up.
As long as she was with Mandel Thompson and successfully beca the mistress of the Thompson Clan, her parents would realize how ridiculously wrong they were.
Three days later.
Jean Beckman found out about Mandel Thompson’s schedule and deliberately blocked him at the entrance of the Cafe.
Upon seeing Jean Beckman, Mandel Thompson courteously said, “Miss Beckman, what can I do for you?”
“Mandel Thompson, you’ve won.” Although with great reluctance and no desire to lower her head in front of a suitor, Jean Beckman found herself having to take this step, “I am willing to marry you.”
Mandel Thompson looked bewildered, taking several steps back.
Married individuals should keep their distance from those they were once involved with.
“Miss Beckman, I am a married man now.”
Jean Beckman’s eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Mandel Thompson.
What did he an?
He looked down on her?
No!
Impossible!
At that mont, Mandel Thompson continued, “Miss Beckman, I think you may have misunderstood sothing. I love my wife very much.”
Jean Beckman stood frozen on the spot, her expression one of disarray, as if she had been viciously slapped in the face.
It turned out that all along, it was just her own wishful thinking.
Thinking back on everything she had done before, Jean Beckman felt like a ridiculous clown.
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