"Maybe the two of them should just get married," Emilia sneered, her voice laced with venom. "They might even tie the knot before my own son does."
The sharp clatter of chopsticks against porcelain cut through the dining room.
Everyone turned their heads, stunned, to see Sebastian's face dark with barely restrained fury.
Emilia blinked, but quickly recovered her composure. She leaned forward, her tone switching from mocking to coaxing, "Son, don't waste your anger on people like her. Look at yourself now—you're brighter, more responsible. And Louissa, she's the kind of woman worthy of you. Smart, kind, beautiful… the perfect Clavel wife."
James, ever the businessman, chimed in with approval. "She's right. The Grenor family's company will be crucial for our next ventures. A marriage between you two is the best strategic move."