“I’ve heard rumors between you and Tyler. I know that lately, things haven’t been in your favor. Have you thought of a better solution that would benefit everyone?”

Rachel knew that this old fox was speaking so nicely to her because he had a trick up his sleeve.

She didn’t want to beat around the bush and said frankly, “Grandpa, please speak your mind. I’m sure you won’t want me to join you for lunch later.”

Gerald sighed and smiled, but that smile sent shivers down Rachel’s spine.

“What a pity.”

Rachel had no idea what he meant by that, and simply smiled back politely.

His words after that made the smile freeze on Rachel’s face!

“I want you to play the role of matchmaker and introduce your younger sister to Tyler Hunt.”

Yvette was rather surprised to hear her grandfather’s request.

Back then, Gerald had wanted to introduce Yvette to William, but her parents strongly discouraged him from doing so. They claimed that William wasn’t suitable for her, and that she hadn’t picked up the rules of upper-class society. It was inappropriate for her to marry into the Lewis family.

Otherwise, she would have become Mrs. Lewis.

Yvette was furious with her parents for being biased back then. She was clearly their biological daughter, so why did they let Rachel have the chance instead?

Her grandfather’s words right now delighted her.

Rachel looked as though she was put on the spot, but she quickly rejected Gerald’s request. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do it.”

Yvette’s face fell. “Rachel, you’re already married to William! I’m not trying to snatch your husband, so why can’t you help me out here?”

Rachel’s face turned cold. “I’m not that close to Mr. Hunt.”

Gerald had never been rejected before, and everyone in the family listened to and obeyed his every word. He never expected his granddaughter, one he had no blood relation with to boot, to reject him so blatantly.

“Do you not want to see your mother’s tombstone moved back here?” he threatened harshly.

Rachel pursed her lips, her entire body stiff, her face dark. “Grandpa, my mother was your daughter-in-law. How could you bear to leave her out there over the years?”

Gerald remained unmoved, his face sullen and somber. The mention of Melanie seemed to intensify his anger.

“Your mother insisted on going out to work on some project, refusing to fulfill her motherly and womanly duties. Had she listened to me back then, things wouldn’t have turned out that way,” he spat.

Rachel furrowed her brows.

She had always known that her grandfather was steeped in the tradition of the earlier generation; he believed that women had to be virtuous homemakers, assisting their husbands and taking care of children at home.

Melanie, on the other hand, wasn’t a woman like that. She had ambition, dreams, and a mind of her own.

Rachel had always taken her mother as her role model, believing that women should be like that regardless of the era they lived in, instead of blindly following men.

“Grandpa, it wasn’t wrong of my mother to pursue her dreams. You can’t impose your thinking on others,” she retorted.

“That is all I have to say,” Gerald cut her off. “You’re on your own.”

Rachel clenched her fists as her breath caught in her throat.

He was as autocratic and dictatorial as always.

But if she were to leave just like that, her mother’s tombstone would remain out there forever. Jim had been oppressed by his father for so long, he had long lost the ability to fight back.

Rachel pondered for a moment before finally giving in.