I was speechless for a moment, then laughed in anger.
The marriage was arranged by the Morton Family and nominally I was his fiancée.
Yet that moment, without even figuring out what happened, he was demanding me to kneel down and apologise?
“Eric, although we have no emotional foundation, perhaps you prefer Ms. Chavez more, but I am your legitimate fiancée. At the very least, you should show some respect, right?
“Besides, she's the one at fault, not me. You didn't even bother to ask for the details, yet you want me to kneel? On what grounds?”
“On what grounds?” He raised an eyebrow, his eyes brimming with contempt and arrogance. “Because you are so persistent and insist on marrying into the Morton Family.
“If it weren’t for my grandfather’s condition—that I must marry you to inherit the Morton Corporation—I wouldn’t even spare you a glance. A wild girl from some backwater slum, you’re revolting to even look at.”
He glanced at me with disgust, his gaze landing on the mud stains on my clothes.
“Don’t think that marrying into the Morton Family gives you the right to bully my people. If you dare to upset Laura, I have a hundred ways to make you leave the Morton Family.”
I was speechless, “Eric, please understand that it's not that I have to marry you-- "
“Look how ungrateful you are!” Laura interrupted me, smiling smugly, “Wait until Eric really won't marry you. Let's see if you'll cry and beg for mercy.”
“You should feel so grateful to be able to marry into the Morton Family, until you don’t dare to call off the engagement, right?”
Watching the two of them banter back and forth with a condescending expression, I sneered, “Morton Family? What's so special about them? Do they really think they're some kind of treasure? Do they think every woman in the world is desperate to marry them?”
The onlookers outside the house erupted.
“Has she lost her mind? This is the Morton Family, the wealthiest family in this city! How dare she say the Morton Family is nothing?”
“Stop pretending. Who doesn't want to marry to Morton? The wedding house has been given to her and the wedding arrangements are all set. It’s just that the wedding house decorations are a bit intimidating. Just endure it for now.”
“Exactly. What's wrong with letting Ms. Chavez vents her frustration? Just endure it for now and enter the family first.”
Listening to those nonsensical comments, I found it ridiculous.
The Morton Family is indeed wealthy, but so what?
They were just relying on government projects to make a living.
Ten years ago, they obtained the ten-year usage rights to our laboratory’s research project and made a quick fortune.
But those usage rights would expire in a month.
Without getting new authorization, the Morton Family’s former glory would crumble overnight.
That was precisely why the old man from the Morton Family, despite his age, kept coming to our office every day, bowing and scraping before the leaders, begging for a contract extension.
He knew that I was the project manager and was single, so he blocked my office door every day and begged me to consider his grandson.
When I did not budge, he turned to my mother.
My mother was so swayed by his flattery that she decided to just do it without consulting me and settle the marriage right away.
To put it bluntly, this marriage was beneficial to both parties.
From a project perspective, if I married into the Morton Family, it could help stabilize their domestic investments, which would also be good for research.
Therefore, the higher-ups were also waiting and watching to see whether to give the Morton Family a more long-term cooperation.
But then it seemed the marriage that Mr. Morton fought so hard to secure was likely to be ruined by his grandson himself.
Those thoughts flashed through my mind, but in Eric and Laura’s eyes, my silence was interpreted as guilt.
Eric spoke impatiently, “I’ll give you one last chance. Kneel down and apologize to Laura. Otherwise, the wedding will be cancelled.”
I looked up at them and spoke calmly and clearly.
