Chapter 136
Chapter Title: Unexpected Turns
When someone truly cared for another person, their thoughts often turned to what the other’s family might think of them. Myra knew this all too well.
Suddenly, a large, warm hand wrapped around her left hand. Startled, she looked up to meet Tony’s eyes, which were glinting with the coldness of distant stars.
Seeing her eyes redden slightly, Tony’s lips tightened into a firm line. “She can’t come in through the door? Well, she can always come in through the window, can’t she? I’m just marrying a woman. Why all the drama?”
“You jerk! I’m your grandfather!” Sebastian’s voice cracked, a blend of anger and disbelief.
“Are grandfathers supposed to stop their grandsons from being happy?” Tony shot back swiftly, leaving Sebastian momentarily speechless. The older man’s face turned crimson with rage, and he gulped water from his cup, trying to control his breathing, but it only led to a violent coughing fit.
Myra instinctively reached toward him, but Tony’s grip on her hand tightened, pulling her back with a cold warning. “Didn’t you hear what he just said about us? Why are you still helping him?”
“You… You…” Sebastian was beyond furious, hacking so violently that it looked as though he might pass out.
“Tony…” Myra bit her lip, fixing him with a disapproving gaze. She knew Sebastian had his reasons for his anger, but she couldn’t just watch him suffer like that.
Tony’s expression darkened but softened when he saw the pleading look in Myra’s eyes. Reluctantly, he released her hand, allowing her to move.
She rushed over to Sebastian, but he shot her a fierce glare when she raised her hand to pat his back. “Don’t pretend to be kind!”
With gritted teeth, Myra ignored his protest and gently patted his back, trying to ease his breathing. Though he grumbled, Sebastian didn’t push her away, and after a few moments, his coughs subsided. Still, his voice remained harsh. “Don’t think I’ll change my mind just because you help me. If I don’t like you, then I don’t like you. Got it?”
“If you don’t like me, then so be it,” Myra responded unexpectedly, meeting his gaze without flinching.
Sebastian blinked, stunned by her calm response. “What did you just say?”
Taking a deep breath, Myra continued, her tone unwavering, “Old Master Hart, I know you don’t like me, and I understand why. But no matter how much you dislike me, it’s impossible for me to leave Tony. Even if you don’t like me, you’re still an elder, and I’ll still respect you.”
At her words, Tony’s hand tightened around hers once more, sending a warmth through her. Despite the slight discomfort, she found herself wanting nothing more than for him to keep holding her hand.
In that moment, a fleeting thought crossed her mind. She knew the truth—she might never be able to truly fit into the Hart family. Her status, her past, everything about her was an obstacle. But Tony had been unwavering, and how could she turn her back on him now? He had been there for her, and how could she ignore his feelings?
Sebastian’s eyes narrowed when he heard Myra’s firm words. He sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “Well said. You respect me, huh? Then, if I told you to leave him, would you?”
He pointed at Tony, whose expression shifted from stoic to cold.
Myra’s face paled, but she straightened her posture and, without hesitation, answered, “I can’t do it.”
“Can’t do it, but you claim to respect me?” Sebastian scoffed. “Young people sure love to talk big.”
“But… I can pursue Tony again,” Myra said suddenly, catching both men off guard.