Chapter 103

Grace smiled and said, “Third Aunt, I’ve quit drinking. You know I had a car accident because I was drunk. How could I dare drink again?”

Hearing this, the third aunt could only laugh dryly.

Her uncle said, “Nevertheless, it’s Thanksgiving. Just have a few glasses. You’re not driving.”

“That’s right. If you don’t drink, you’re disrespecting your elders!” her second uncle chimed in.

“Enough!” Grandma shouted. “Your consciences have been eaten by dogs! Are you really going to force Grace into this?”

Suddenly, silence fell over the table. Grace looked at her grandmother in surprise.

Susie said to Grace, “Grace, your uncles are up to no good. They want to marry you off to the Miller family’s foolish son for $300,000. They…”

Mr. Kelleigh interrupted.

“So what if Grace marries into the Miller family? Are we mistreating her? The Miller family accepted her, even though she’s been in jail. Do you think she can find a better family now?”

“That’s right. $300,000 from the Millers is enough to buy houses for First Cousin and Second Cousin. Grace, you owe them this. If you hadn’t been in prison, they would have found you better partners,” Stella added.

“I won’t marry anyone!” Grace stood up, coldly looking at her relatives. “Even if I owed anyone, it wouldn’t be you!”

She said to Susie, “Grandma, I’ll see you next time.” She started to leave, but her uncles stopped her.

“Why are you leaving? You don’t get to decide who you marry!” her uncle said ruthlessly.

Grace looked at her cousins. She remembered playing with them as children.

“You also want me to marry a fool?”

Elder Cousin Hogan said, “Yes, it’s fortunate the Millers are willing to marry you. Otherwise, do you think you can find a suitable family?”

Second Cousin Marcus mumbled, “I… I’m getting married. I need a house. I… I have no choice.”

Grace laughed, sadly realizing she shouldn’t have expected anything from her cousins. “I won’t get married!”

She took a deep breath and shouted.

“Slap!” Mr. Kelleigh slapped her. “How dare you defy us? There’s no room for discussion!”

In the hospital’s VIP ward, a round table laden with exquisite dishes held only two diners. Jason ate slowly and methodically. Old Mr. Reed, opposite him, ate with the help of a nurse.

Author’s Note: Thank you for your love for Grace and Jason. I’ve read your comments. I apologize for the previous naming inconsistencies. Please let me know if you have any questions. 🙂