He didn't wait for her to respond. "Marriage among wealthy families is about strengthening alliances, exchanging resources—not charity work. Whether you understand it or not doesn't concern me. But hear this: if you refuse to leave Aric, I will ensure you have no choice but to walk away. Celine, see her out."
Emerald's gaze didn't waver. She locked eyes with the old man, her voice steady and calm. "Old sir, I've always had a good temper. If given the chance, I'd happily make tea for you someday."
Her words were polite, but her tone carried a subtle edge that struck a nerve.
The old man slammed his palm on the table, the sound echoing in the room. The sudden burst of pressure was suffocating. Mr. Corrigan, Alaric's father visibly tensed, sensing the escalation.
"Emerald," the old man said icily, "if you refuse to drink the toast offered to you, you'll be forced to drink the penalty wine."
