As soon as Malcolm said this, Granny Quinn frowned." Are you really willing to marry this good-for-nothing woman? Do you know that-"
Before she could finish her sentence, Malcolm shot her a murderous glare that made her shut up immediately.
"Let's just leave it at that." Malcolm lifted his head to glance at Charles. "However, Mr. Landry, my mind is a little confused right now, so it's difficult for me to accept this news...
"I think it's best to postpone my and Heather's wedding for now."
Granny Quinn quickly added, "Yes, yes, let's postpone the wedding for as long as we can.
"Maybe sometime soon, your precious Heather will also become pregnant with some unknown man's baby ...and maybe then we'll have to call off the wedding once more!"
The entire room fell into silence upon hearing this.
Jim narrowed his eyes. "What are you implying? Who are you saying is pregnant with an unknown man's baby?"
Granny Quinn pretended to have accidentally blurted something out and quickly placed her hand over her mouth. "Oh no, I'm so old now that I can't even control what I say anymore. Let's just pretend I never said that!"
With that, she glanced at Charles, grinning. "Well, I guess that's that, Mr. Landry.
"Even though this time, it's Malcolm's fault for not being able to control his urges, you still have to keep a n eye out on your Heather so that she won't commit the same mistake as he did!"
Finally, she wheeled Malcolm away, with Charles glaring at them as they left.
As she walked away, Granny Quinn continued complaining, "I hate the smell of morning glories. When Samuel used to plant this all the time in the past, the smell made me sick..."
As soon as her voice disappeared out of earshot, Charles picked up his teacup and smashed it on the ground in anger.
Granny Quinn had always been such an arrogant woman!
If it were not for Joshua, who had invaded Merchant City to compete for their resources, Charles would not have to collaborate with the Quinn family through marriage and force himself to suffer through this nonsense!
"Father..." Heather quickly approached him and tried t o soothe him. "Please don't be too angry. It's all my fault..."
Charles let out an exhale and closed his eyes. "Bring m e back to my room, Heather."
"Oh, by the way." Jim glanced at her and said, "Just now, while we were quarreling with the Quinn family, I heard your phone chiming and wanted to let you know about that, but I was so angered by that old hag that I forgot about it."
Luna froze for a moment, then quickly opened her bag, which she had left in the foyer.
Her phone was bombarded with missed calls and text messages.
They were all from Nigel.
The last message was from half an hour ago.
[Mommy, we're at the airport now, and we're about to leave. Are you sure you don't want to come to see us off? It's fine if you want to sneak a peek at us without u s knowing... There's no knowing when we'll see each other again after today.]
Luna's chest tightened when she saw this.
She stormed out of the door and got into the car. "Mr. Driver, head to the airport!"
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