"I was never Uncle's biological daughter to begin with," Sandy said softly. "Selina is. I don't deserve this seat. Now that she's here, I should step aside."
She gave a polite bow to Grandma Morris and Joe.
"Don't worry. I won't make a scene. I'll wait quietly until the banquet is over."
Her demeanor—graceful, composed, and seemingly self-sacrificing—earned a few approving nods from the crowd.
This Morris Family side-branch girl clearly knew her place.
After all, Selina's status was no secret. The Brown Family would definitely have arranged a seat for her. But no one at the second table could be easily replaced. If someone had to go, Sandy was the obvious choice.
And yet, instead of creating tension, Sandy had taken the initiative to step aside—proving she knew how to maintain harmony.
Joe hadn't spoken yet, but Grandma Morris immediately objected.
"No. You came here with the Morris Family. If we cast you aside now, what does that say about us?"
