Uncle Grant appeared outwardly cheerful, his rebuke even tinged with a hint of indulgence, but only he knew the fury raging inside him.
'That idiot!'
'Was this the time to be talking about the Langley Family?'
'Weren't the Aethel Grant Family already wary enough of them?'
When the clan members heard him say the marriage contract with the Langley Family had not been finalized, they breathed a collective sigh of relief.
Master Walsh sneered and lifted his hot tea. 'His younger brother is the same sly old fox as ever, never revealing his hand,' he thought.
If Yvette Grant hadn't let it slip in her desperation to get out of the adoption, they probably still wouldn't know that the overseas Grant Family had already contacted the Langley Family.
Hearing her father's words, Yvette Grant was crying on the inside. She understood that this adoption was now unavoidable. Her face ashen, she collapsed onto a stool, gasping for breath.
