CHAPTER 25: CHAPTER 25: I HEARD YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED

Mrs. Grant’s words made Stella Grant’s recently calmed emotions turn cold from head to toe.

Seeing Stella Grant’s face turn ugly, Sue Woods couldn’t help but put down her chopsticks.

Stella Grant pressed her lips together, trying not to let her emotions show to avoid worrying Mrs. Grant, "Mom, I’m still at the office."

Mrs. Grant was surprised, "Why are you still at work? Didn’t we agree both families would have dinner together today?"

Indeed, that was agreed before.

But that was before Flynn Shepherd’s infidelity.

Mrs. Grant paused, not hearing Stella Grant’s reply, lowered her voice to ask, "Did you and Flynn Shepherd have a fight? He seemed pretty nervous when he came today."

Stella Grant sighed softly over the phone, but didn’t say, "Mom, I’ll be home in an hour."

Some things couldn’t be said without being present.

Hearing Stella Grant’s words, Mrs. Grant didn’t ask more, "Alright, I’ll entertain them for now, drive safely."

After speaking, Mrs. Grant paused, then added softly, "No matter what happens, don’t be afraid, Mom’s here."

Stella Grant felt both sour and warm in her heart, "Okay."

After hanging up, Stella Grant took a tissue in front of her to wipe her mouth, "You continue eating, I have to make a trip to Brynnfield."

Sue Woods was shocked, "Now?"

Stella Grant nodded, "Flynn Shepherd brought his parents to my house."

Sue Woods, "Is he crazy? Didn’t you already make things clear to him? What’s he trying to do now?"

Stella Grant put down the tissue she used to wipe her mouth, thought for a moment and said, "I suspect he’s so insistent on marrying me to use the guise of being married to better conceal his infidelity."

Sue Woods gritted her teeth, "That’s truly shameless."

Stella Grant gave a sarcastic smile but didn’t reply.

Sue Woods looked at Stella Grant, took the car keys from the table and handed them to her, "Take my car."

Stella Grant didn’t accept, pushing them back, "I don’t borrow cars or men, not from others, and not to others."

Sue Woods laughed in anger at her principle, "At this point, you’re still upholding principles."

Stella Grant tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "It’s precisely at times like these that one needs to remain composed."

Leaving the restaurant, Stella Grant hailed a cab back to her place, put down her suitcase, changed clothes, and drove to Brynnfield.

The drive from Veridia to Brynnfield via the highway takes about forty-five minutes, fortunately, not too far.

On the way, Stella Grant called Flynn Shepherd three times.

The calls went through, but Flynn Shepherd didn’t answer.

After hanging up the third call, Stella Grant sent Flynn Shepherd a voice message on WeChat: Flynn, if anything happens in front of your parents later, it’s all your own doing.

After sending the voice message, Stella Grant tossed her phone on the dashboard, focusing on driving.

By the time Stella Grant arrived in Brynnfield, an hour had passed.

The original villa of The Grant Family was sealed, now living in a shabby old place.

The house was dilapidated, aged, left by Stella Grant’s grandfather.

Stella Grant parked the car in the yard, got out and went upstairs.

On the second floor, she ran into an old neighbor, who greeted her with a smile, "Stella’s back, here to talk about getting married, right? I saw your boyfriend came with his parents this morning."

Stella Grant smiled gracefully but didn’t follow the conversation, only greeting politely, "Auntie Lynch looks younger and younger."

The neighbor’s eyes crinkled with laughter, "You sweet-talker, Stella."

After exchanging pleasantries, Stella Grant stepped aside to let the neighbor go downstairs first.

Watching the neighbor round the corner of the stairs, Stella Grant then proceeded upward.

Mrs. Grant lived on the fifth floor; the building was old with no elevator, only cement stairs.

Stella Grant had just reached the door when she heard Mrs. Shepherd’s conceited and overbearing voice from inside.

"I must say, for Stella to marry into our family with Flynn Shepherd, it’s like she’s struck gold."

"To use an old phrase, it’s like smoke rising from the ancestral graves."

"Though crude, there’s truth to it."

After Mrs. Shepherd spoke, Mrs. Grant, beside her filling her tea, smiled awkwardly.

Flynn Shepherd, typically thoughtful, quickly stood up to take the tea kettle from Mrs. Grant’s hands, "Auntie, let me."

Mrs. Grant smiled slightly, released her grip, and sat down.

Mrs. Shepherd, seeing this, once again boasted proudly, "Really, Stella’s mom, Flynn Shepherd’s been raised exceptionally by me, truly outstanding."

Standing at the door, Stella Grant felt an internal wave of disgust hearing these words.

She still recalled that before The Grant Corporation’s bankruptcy and The Grant Family’s downfall, Mrs. Shepherd didn’t have this attitude.

Unable to bear Mrs. Grant’s humiliation, Stella Grant reached out to push the door.

But just as she placed her hand on the doorknob, her phone rang from her pocket.

Stella Grant furrowed her brow, withdrew her hand, and took out her phone from the pocket. Seeing Silas Sutton’s call reminder on the screen, she paused for a moment before pressing to answer, "President Sutton."

Silas Sutton’s voice was deep and magnetic, "I heard you’re getting married?"