The next second she snapped back to reality, why the heck was she nodding!
"Grandma, I'm only eighteen this year, still a minor...
Okay, fine, I'm an adult now, but I'm not of legal marriage age yet!
Are you really willing to just sell me off like this?"
"You might not even find a taker if you pay them,"
her mom muttered beside her.
Lenny was instantly full of tears.
Mom, are you really my biological mom?
"Right now, your Sir Tunner is critically ill, and the only worry he has before leaving is Emmett's marriage.
Since you and Emmett are already engaged, it's only a matter of time before you marry.
We might as well proceed now!
Consider it fulfilling one of your Sir Tunner's wishes!"
"Grandma, can't I refuse?" Lenny asked tearfully.
"You can! Just get excommunicated, break all ties, and never be acknowledged again!" Madam Tunner replied slowly.
"That's harsh!" Lenny said, clicking her tongue.
