Chapter 9: His heir
"Liar!" Lisa snapped, her voice sharp and accusing. "I am sure you did this because you knew we were planning to get Clara married to Mr. Roman! You are doing this to get back at us!"
Patricia froze, her mouth parting instinctively in shock. What? If Lisa’s outburst was true... then who had orchestrated the marriage? It couldn’t have been Lisa, she would never hand over someone like Roman to her. It had always felt too perfect, too surreal. But the old woman does not care about her marriage prospects, and her father barely noticed whether she even ate. If not Lisa, then who?
"Quiet!" The old woman thundered, slamming her hand against the chair’s armrest. She turned to Lisa, her eyes dark with fury.
The room fell into dead silence.
So, the old woman knew. They were planning to marry Clara off first. Of course, classic favoritism, classic family betrayal.
"A marriage certificate can only be nullified if both parties agree to a divorce," the old woman said coldly. "And judging by your words, your plan has failed." She inhaled deeply before delivering the verdict: "You will marry Roman Blackthorn."
Gasps erupted across the room.
Patricia’s heart plummeted. Her legs felt weak beneath her. No...
Clara broke into sobs, flinging herself into her mother’s arms as she always had since they’d started living together. Lisa clutched her daughter protectively, eyes blazing.
"Granny! How can you do this to Clara?!" She cried, her voice breaking with rage.
But the old woman wasn’t done.