Damien cut her off, his tone icy.
"And don't you dare insult Grace with money."
"My entire fortune has already been transferred to her name."
"Right now, she's the one supporting me."
At this, the three people in the room froze.
Even Grace looked up in astonishment at his broad back.
When did he…
Harold was so furious he nearly had a heart attack. "You… you ungrateful son! You gave the family fortune to an outsider?!"
"She is not an outsider."
Damien turned around and, right in front of his parents, took Grace’s hand, lacing their fingers together tightly.
"She is my life."
"If you can't accept her, then you can't accept me."
"We won't be staying for the holidays."
With that, Damien started to pull Grace toward the door.
"Stop!"
Harold roared.
"Tonight is the family dinner at the estate. All our relatives will be there!"
"If you don't go, I will publicly disown you tomorrow!"
It was a final ultimatum.
Damien paused.
He looked back, a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"Fine. If that's how it is, then don't regret it."
***
The atmosphere in the car was heavy on the way to the family estate.
Grace sat in the passenger seat, watching the city lights streak past the window, her palms slick with sweat.
She had heard the Clarke family was enormous, with over a dozen branch families and a complex web of relationships.
Back with the Hart family, every family dinner had been a nightmare.
She would be forced to sit in the farthest corner, eating whatever was left over, while listening to all the aunts and cousins sneer at her and praise how wonderful Lilian was.
That suffocating feeling of being ostracized and isolated still haunted her, even after all these years.
Damien noticed her anxiety and gently placed his hand over hers.
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