<b>Chapter </b><b>130 </b>
<b><i>Grd’s </i></b><b>POV</b><b>: </b>
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disobeying him. Sharon soon stood up.
<i>“</i><i>Calvin</i><i>, </i><i>honey</i><i>, </i><i>if </i><i>she </i><i>doesn’t </i><i>want </i>to <i>marry </i><i>Jonathan </i><i>why </i><i>force </i><i>her</i>? <i>Everyone </i><i>knows </i><i>Jonathan </i><i>loves </i><i>Livie</i><i>.</i>”
Jonathan soon chimed in.
<i>“</i><i>Mom </i><i>is </i><i>right </i><i>Mr. </i><i>Rochester</i>, <i>I </i><i>love </i><i>Livie</i>! <i>I </i><i>want </i><i>to </i><i>marry </i><i>her</i><i>! </i><i>I’ll </i><i>speak </i><i>with </i><i>my </i><i>grandfather</i>, <i>please</i><i>, </i><i>let </i>me <i>marry </i><i>Livie</i><i>.</i>”
Brian chimed in.
<i>“</i><i>Dad</i><i>, </i><i>Livie </i><i>deserves </i><i>to </i><i>be </i><i>happy</i><i>! </i><i>Why </i><i>should </i><i>Grd </i><i>get </i><i>everything</i><i>! </i><i>She’s </i><i>ungrateful </i><i>and </i>
<i>useless</i>!”
Useless, thising from the guy that can’t take his own tests. Still, I didn’t care, I
continued to eat. Finally, Noah spoke.
<i>“</i><i>I </i><i>don’t </i><i>know </i><i>what </i><i>kind </i><i>of </i><i>game </i><i>you’re ying-</i>”
“<i>That’s </i><i>because </i><i>there </i><i>is </i><i>no </i><i>game</i>. <i>I </i><i>do </i><i>not </i><i>wish </i>to <i>marry </i><i>Jonathan</i><i>. </i><i>His grandfather </i><i>loves </i><i>Livie</i><i>; </i><i>he’ll </i><i>get </i><i>over </i><i>the </i><i>whole </i><i>pure </i><i>blood </i><i>thing</i><i>.</i>”
Jonathan began to yell.
<i>“</i><i>Don’t </i><i>you </i><i>dare </i><i>mention </i><i>my </i><i>grandfather</i><i>! </i><i>And </i><i>you’re </i><i>right! </i><i>He </i><i>does </i><i>love </i><i>Livie</i><i>! </i><i>He </i><i>actually </i><i>cannot </i><i>stand </i><i>you</i><i>! The </i><i>only </i><i>reason </i><i>he </i><i>wanted </i><i>me </i><i>to </i><i>marry </i><i>you </i><i>is </i><i>because </i><i>you’re </i><i>biologically </i><i>a </i><i>Rochester</i>! <i>If </i><i>you-</i>‘
<i>“</i><i>Then </i><i>there </i><i>should </i><i>be </i><i>no </i><i>problems</i>.”
Jonathan’s eyes widen. Never had I spoked this brazen to him. In the past, because I knew the families wanted us to marry, I tried my best to be as nice andpliant as possible in hopes that he would at least like and appreciate me.
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Calvin began again.
“<i>You’re </i><i>useless</i>!! <i>Completely </i><i>useless</i><i>! </i><i>You </i><i>hold </i><i>no </i><i>value </i>to <i>this </i><i>family</i><i>! </i><i>You </i><i>couldn’t even </i><i>honor </i><i>this </i>family <i>by </i><i>marrying </i><i>Jonathan</i>! Don’t <i>expect </i><i>me </i><i>to </i><i>care </i><i>about </i><i>who </i><i>your </i><i>next </i><i>betr-</i><i>” </i>
“<i>I </i>don’t <i>need </i><i>your </i><i>help </i>finding <i>a </i><i>husband </i><i>father</i>. <i>I’ve already </i><i>found </i><i>my </i><i>own</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
Suddenly, the room fell quiet again. None of them expected me to say that.
Brian was the first to speak.
“<i>What </i><i>are </i>you <i>lying </i><i>for</i><i>? </i><i>As </i><i>if </i><i>someone </i><i>would </i><i>want </i><i>to </i><i>marry </i><i>you</i><i>. </i><i>No </i><i>one </i><i>even </i><i>knows </i><i>you </i>
<i>exist</i><i>.</i>”
Noah chimed in.
“<i>Honestly </i><i>Grd</i><i>, </i><i>now </i><i>is </i><i>not </i><i>the </i><i>time </i><i>for </i><i>jokes</i>. <i>You </i><i>should </i><i>have </i><i>just </i><i>married </i><i>Jonathan</i>.
<i>It’s </i><i>not </i><i>like </i><i>you </i><i>would have </i><i>been </i><i>able </i><i>to </i><i>find </i><i>anyone </i><i>better</i><i>.</i>”
I looked at Noah with a sardonic smile.
Bet <i>lies </i><i>within </i><i>marrying </i><i>someone </i><i>in </i><i>love </i><i>with </i><i>another </i><i>woman</i><i>? </i>
“So, <i>you </i><i>think </i><i>as </i><i>good </i><i>as </i><i>I </i><i>can </i>
<i>Damn</i>.”
Noah’s eyes widen. Even he had to admit that sound absurd.
<i>“</i><i>It </i><i>beats </i><i>the alternative</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
Cole said in <i>a </i>low voice.
<i>“</i><i>And </i><i>what </i><i>alternative </i><i>would </i><i>that </i><i>be </i><i>Cole</i>?”
<i>“</i><i>Come </i><i>on </i><i>Grd</i><i>. </i><i>Enough</i>. <i>You’re </i><i>never </i><i>going </i><i>find </i><i>someone </i><i>as </i><i>high </i>a <i>status </i><i>as </i><i>Jonathan</i>. <i>At </i><i>best </i><i>you’ll </i><i>end </i><i>up </i><i>marrying some </i><i>old </i><i>man </i><i>or </i><i>bing </i>a <i>mistress </i><i>to </i><i>another </i><i>prominent </i><i>figure</i><i>. </i><i>Is </i><i>that </i><i>really </i><i>what </i><i>you </i><i>want</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>
Hearing him say those words aloud. I knew the Rochesters thought low of me, still, it cut
me deep hearing it like this. Was that really all I was worth to them.
<i>“</i><i>Who </i>I <i>marry </i><i>is </i><i>none </i><i>of </i><i>your </i><i>concern </i><i>Cole</i>.<i>” </i>
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<i>“</i><i>Grd</i><i>, </i><i>look</i>…now <i>I’ve </i><i>tried </i><i>to </i><i>be </i>on your <i>side-</i>”
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<i>“</i><i>When</i><i>! </i><i>When </i><i>have </i><i>you </i>EVER <i>been </i>on <i>my </i><i>side</i><i>? </i><i>When </i><i>has </i><i>ANY </i>of <i>you </i><i>been </i><i>on </i><i>my </i><i>side</i>? <i>You all </i><i>just </i>use me <i>as </i><i>your </i><i>emotional </i><i>punching </i><i>bag </i>to make yourselves <i>feel </i><i>good</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
Cole’s eyes widen before a look of guilt shined on his face. Perhaps that pea sized brain was trying to think of a time and he couldn’t.
Suddenly, Olivia chimed in with her tears guest starring.
“<i>Grace</i>. <i>Please</i><i>. </i><i>Don’t </i><i>do </i><i>this</i>. <i>It’s </i><i>true</i><i>, </i><i>Jonathan </i><i>and </i><i>I </i><i>love </i><i>each </i><i>other</i><i>, </i><i>but </i><i>we’ve </i><i>known </i><i>each </i><i>other </i><i>our </i><i>whole </i><i>lives</i>. Still, <i>if </i>it <i>means </i><i>you </i><i>can </i><i>be </i><i>happy</i><i>, </i><i>I </i><i>would </i><i>much </i><i>rather </i><i>you </i><i>marry </i><i>him</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
I stared at Olivia with not a hint of emotion. The rest of the family, however, flocked.
<i>“</i><i>Livie </i><i>don’t </i><i>do </i>this<i>! </i><i>She </i><i>doesn’t </i><i>deserve </i><i>it</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>
Brian yelled as he red at me.
<i>“</i><i>Livie</i><i>, </i><i>you’re </i><i>too </i><i>good </i><i>a </i><i>person</i>. <i>Grd </i><i>is </i><i>ungrateful</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
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