Only Nikki herself knew—what she cared about was never marriage or a life of luxury.
The only thing that truly mattered to her was the heart beating inside either Howard or Brad’s chest.
That heart was the only connection she had left in this world, the only thing she depended on.
But after three years of relentless pursuit, she was exhausted.
And now, she had just learned that she had made a mistake.
Grandma Hewitt gazed at Nikki with deep affection. Despite the truth of her origins, she had long seen Nikki as her granddaughter-in-law.
Now, with everything ending in such absurdity, how could she not feel distressed?
"Forget it," Grandma Hewitt sighed. "If that’s what you want, we’ll cancel the wedding in seven days. It’s those two foolish boys who don’t realize their blessing. But tell me, child, how can our Hewitt family make it up to you..."
Just then, Nikki’s phone vibrated again.
She glanced down, and her pupils suddenly dilated.
[But I just found out—the transplant recipient is indeed someone in the Hewitt family.]
[It’s Fourth Master Hewitt, David Hewitt.]
David—the enigmatic Fourth Master who had left overseas years ago due to an ill-fated horoscope, remaining unmarried ever since?
An impulse surged within her. Nikki looked up sharply.
"Grandma Hewitt, there’s no need to make it up to me."
"Howard and Brad were never meant for me. But… can I marry Fourth Master Hewitt instead, at the wedding in seven days?"
The two elders of the Hewitt family were momentarily stunned, unsure if they had heard her correctly.
"Child, you must think carefully. Marriage isn’t something to be decided in a moment of anger!"
"Not to mention, Tomas Mueller is technically Howard and Brad’s adoptive father. More importantly, his horoscope is ominous for his spouse. That’s why he’s avoided women all these years—to protect them from misfortune!"
A vague childhood memory flashed in Nikki’s mind.
David wasn’t the youngest son of the Hewitt family in Seattle—he was born into the Hewitt family in the capital. Though not much older, he held a high status within the family. To counteract his ill fate, he had been adopted into the Seattle branch.
With no plans to marry or have children, he had taken Howard and Brad from a side branch under his name, becoming their adoptive father in title.
Nikki remembered the past—how, as a child, she had been playing hide-and-seek when Brad accidentally locked her in the basement.
It was David who had rescued her, holding her gently in his arms, his warmth soothing her fears.
Her gaze cleared with resolve.
"Grandpa Hewitt, Grandma Hewitt, I’ve made up my mind."
She wanted to return the Bray family to Lora and give her the Hewitt brothers she had chased for so many years.
But the one thing she could never let go of—the only thing she had ever truly cared about—was her brother’s heart.
Nikki only wanted to protect it. Forever.
"As long as Master Hewitt is willing, I want to marry him. And I will never let him down."
After leaving the Hewitt estate, she had yet to receive a response from David himself.
But for the first time in years, Nikki felt at ease.
Perhaps some things were never meant to be held onto.
The identity of the Bray family’s daughter wasn’t hers to claim.
And neither were the Hewitt brothers she had grown up with.
When her phone rang, her heart trembled.
She hesitated, fearing it was David calling to question or reject her.
For a moment, she was too afraid to answer.
"Miss Bray," the voice on the other end said, "the wedding dress you designed is ready. It has been airlifted to your home."
Nikki froze.
The wedding dress—she had designed it herself a year ago, commissioning a top designer to craft it. Now, at last, it is finished.
Back then, she had dreamed of marrying one of the Hewitt brothers, sketching each detail with love and anticipation.
Now, that dream felt like a distant illusion.
With mixed emotions, Nikki hurried home.
The moment she stepped inside, she was met with a dazzling sight.
Before her stood a figure cloaked in a flawless white veil—radiant and pure.
Brad’s voice rang with sincerity and admiration.
"Lora, you look breathtaking. It’s impossible to look away…"
