CHAPTER 201: CHAPTER 201: IT’S A PROPOSAL!

Gregory Lancaster’s lip twitched, his lips pressed tight, but he didn’t speak.

Old Master Sterling had no intention of letting him off. No one could bully the granddaughter of Marcus Sterling, not anyone.

Old Master Sterling fixed his gaze on Gregory Lancaster, relying on his cane and walking forward step by step, his imposing aura forcing people to retreat several steps.

Old Master Sterling walked up to Gregory Lancaster, staring him down, "You just said Ivy doesn’t have a background, that she’s not worthy of your family. Come on, say it to me, my granddaughter isn’t worthy of your family!"

Gregory Lancaster was put in a difficult position by Old Master Sterling’s approach. Not wanting to lose his momentum, he braced himself and said, "She really isn’t worthy of our Lancaster Family!"

"Say that one more time and see, do you believe that I’ll dig up your father and ask him personally if he dares say such a thing!"

"You!" Gregory Lancaster’s face flushed with anger at Old Master Sterling’s words. "Old Master Sterling, even if Ivy Summers really is your granddaughter, you can’t use her Sterling Family connection to force her on our Lancaster Family."

Old Master Sterling let out a laugh, "I asked you whether she’s worthy or not, not who wants her in your Lancaster Family?"

Gregory Lancaster was fiercely blocked by Old Master Sterling’s words.

Old Master Sterling continued, "Let’s not talk about family background. What flaws does Ivy have that make her unworthy of Damien Lancaster?"

"I’m the one not worthy of her." Damien Lancaster suddenly spoke up, causing the room to fall silent for several seconds.

"Damien!" Gregory Lancaster’s face darkened, "Don’t you think tonight’s joke has gone far enough?"

"You started this joke, what’s one more? Besides, I don’t think what I said is a joke, and it certainly doesn’t make me a joke."

With those words, he turned his gaze to Ivy, who was being protected by The Sterling Family.

Whether it was that day’s long kneeling confession or today’s "I’m not worthy of her," Damien Lancaster didn’t consider them jokes.

He was merely admitting his mistakes, seeking redemption, pursuing his wife.

Admitting mistakes, seeking redemption, pursuing his wife—doing these as a man isn’t shameful.

Gregory Lancaster felt infuriated with Damien Lancaster.

How could he have a son like this, all for one woman!

Old Master Sterling glanced at Damien Lancaster; although he didn’t like him, he found the words agreeable.

Turning back to Gregory Lancaster, "Your son understands better than you do. Keep talking—what flaw does Ivy have in your eyes that makes you look down on her so much?"

"She..." Gregory Lancaster spoke loudly, but couldn’t come up with any flaws. At last, he just said two words, "Heartless! Ask her yourself what she did back then!"

Ivy Summers pressed her lips tightly, the event from five years ago was a hurdle that everyone couldn’t get over.

Yet given another choice, Ivy Summers would still leave without hesitation.

She never regretted her decision back then.

Although, as a daughter-in-law of the Lancaster Family and Damien Lancaster’s wife, what she did was selfish and wrong.

But before being a daughter-in-law and a wife, she was herself first; why should she continue to endure grievances for them?

"As far as I know, Ivy’s departure was because her mother passed away, and during the seven days of vigil, her husband, Damien Lancaster, didn’t show up once. Oh, what were you doing at that time?" Tristan Sterling looked at Damien Lancaster, raising an eyebrow, "I remember now, you were with your first love; the private fireworks show was trending all over the internet."

Better not to mention it, as this thorn pierces sharply, causing pain.

Old Master Sterling’s face turned colder still. Ivy’s mother was also his daughter, Damien Lancaster’s actions disregarded the two most important people.

Just regret not knowing this sooner, or he would’ve taken a stick to crack Damien Lancaster’s head open five years ago, to see what was inside.

How dare he abandon his wife seven months pregnant and miss his mother-in-law’s funeral; is he even human?

Judging by this incident alone last time, kneeling for three days and taking Ivy back was too lenient; kneeling for three years wouldn’t be excessive.

"A fine Lancaster Family! Gregory Lancaster, with all your son did back then, do you still have the nerve to say my granddaughter is heartless? Her actions weren’t heartless, they were utterly justified. If it were me, ha, you wouldn’t even get to see the child now! Do you all agree with me?"

Old Master Sterling’s gaze swept across the guests watching the spectacle.

Guests exchanged looks, although they strongly agreed with Old Master Sterling’s words, no one dared to speak due to the Lancaster Family’s influence.

Until, Damien Lancaster, "You are right."

Gregory Lancaster, "?"

Seraphina Kennedy, "??"

Guests, "???"

Zachary Lancaster chuckled dryly twice.

He couldn’t be prouder of his brother, knowing when to yield and stretch!

Everyone’s gaze shifted to the tall and handsome man standing quietly to the side.

Damien Lancaster firmly pressed his lips.

Putting oneself in another’s shoes, if his own daughter were to encounter such a thing, he would ensure the man regretted being born.

So he was wrong, terribly wrong.

Old Master Sterling looked at him, "You know that, huh? Yet still trying to win back Ivy, dreaming in broad daylight?"

Kyle Sterling, "Exactly, go home and sleep; it’s not that the Lancaster Family doesn’t want my cousin anymore, it’s my cousin who doesn’t want the Lancaster Family."

Listening to these words, Damien Lancaster didn’t deny.

"Yes, she doesn’t want me anymore, but I won’t let her go."

Damien Lancaster raised his eyes, and his gaze met Ivy Summers’. He lowered his stance, no longer domineering and arrogant as before. His dark eyes softened with a gentle light as he looked at her.

Ivy Summers’ eyes flickered, she turned her gaze away.

"Do you mean you only want Ivy?" Old Master Sterling narrowed his eyes, staring at Damien Lancaster.

"Yes."

Without hesitation, with utter determination.

"I will only have one wife in this lifetime, and that is Ivy Summers."

"But Ivy will never forgive you, and the Sinclair Family won’t hand her over to you again. What will you do? Stick around foolishly?"

Damien took a deep breath, "If that’s really the case, then I’ll just have to be as shameless as possible."

Tristan Sterling listened and accidentally laughed out loud, greatly agreeing, "That’s truly shameless, Damien Lancaster. Who would have thought you’d end up like this? Does this count as losing to me?"

Tristan Sterling and Damien Lancaster used to attend the same school. Apart from the family feud of the previous generation, their relationship was good. However, wherever Damien was, Tristan was always overshadowed. Tristan had said he would make Damien lose once.

Now that Ivy Summers was his cousin, Damien Lancaster acted so humble in front of his cousin. Does that count as him taking advantage and winning over Damien?

Tristan Sterling chuckled lightly, once the most invincible Damien Lancaster, who would have thought at thirty years old, could say ’then I’ll just have to be as shameless as possible.’

It’s truly as they say, one thing conquers another.

Ivy Summers pressed her lips tightly together. Damien ignored Tristan Sterling’s mockery, his gaze fixed on her, making Ivy feel somewhat uneasy.

And those words he spoke, even in front of so many people, he was ready to say it.

Gregory Lancaster wished he could hide himself. Damien was being shameless, but he still cared. What on earth was Damien saying?

Such nonsense.

"Damien, you’ve had too much to drink; go home and sleep." Gregory’s face turned dark.

"I haven’t drunk anything."

Today, everyone told him to go home and sleep! But today, he was more clear-headed than ever.

Gregory was about to burst with anger, slapping his thigh, but it couldn’t stop Damien.

"In any case, I won’t agree to you marrying Ivy Summers again."

"I can marry into her family."

"Pfft," someone who was drinking water suddenly sprayed it out.

Gregory’s eyes narrowed, his corners of the mouth twitching, almost fainting from anger at those words.

Seraphina Kennedy quickly supported him, "Gregory, Gregory, calm down."

The fact is, if he wishes, there’s no obstacle in front of Damien.

If it’s not allowed for her to marry him, then he’ll be shameless, relentlessly pursue her.

If he can’t marry her, then he’ll marry into her family.

In short: I am determined to have her!

Ivy Summers frowned, taking a light breath, "What if I tell you there’s no chance, never again? What will make you give up?"

"Unless you remarry, if that day comes when you choose someone else and marry that person, maybe..." Damien’s voice turned heavy as he spoke, his face darkening, "Maybe I’ll choose to let go."

Aside from that, no obstacle would make Damien let go.

As soon as Damien finished speaking, the guests near the window began to bustle.

"Look outside, it seems someone is about to propose."

"Where? Really? Who is it?"

"There’s truly a man downstairs, the setup really looks like he’s going to propose."

"I didn’t expect tonight to be so thrilling, do you know who that gentleman downstairs is? Though the view is unclear, he seems quite handsome."

"Just one side view looks so handsome, imagine the front, ahhh I wonder who the lucky girl being proposed to is, she must be overjoyed."

"I’m so excited, I really want to know who it is. I heard this hotel only opened this banquet hall tonight, do you think that gentleman’s proposal target might be in our banquet hall?"

Many were drawn outside by the proposal, when Ivy Summers’ phone rang.

Ivy answered the call, putting it to her ear, "Hello?"

The man’s voice on the other end was husky, "Come downstairs."

"Ah?"

Ivy blinked, "Why?"

"It’s very important, come downstairs first."

Ivy glanced at the people gathered by the window, wondering if it could be such a coincidence, paused for half a second, then nodded, "Okay."

She hung up the phone and started heading out.

Damien noticed her actions, quickly stepped forward, and blocked her way, "Where are you going?"

"Mind your own business." Ivy reached out trying to push him away, but the towering man didn’t move an inch, making Ivy nearly lose her balance.

Damien grabbed her arm, his deep black eyes stared intensely at her, "Don’t go."

Ivy forcefully pulled her arm back, "Mr. Lancaster, are you an old busybody? You’re even trying to control me going downstairs."

Damien said nothing more, only blocking Ivy.