Engaged to Tyler?!
Sandra's mind reeled in disbelief.
She never imagined things would escalate to this point.
"Grandfather," she protested, her face etched with resistance as she shook her head vehemently.
Grandpa Porter's fist clenched tightly on the table, his chest heaving with barely contained fury.
The oppressive aura around him was suffocating.
The thought of handing over his meticulously groomed granddaughter to a disgrace like Tyler filled him with bitter resentment.
But the scandal in the lounge today would soon spread like wildfire through high society.
No respectable family in the capital—worthy of the Porter name—would consider Sandra for marriage now.
As for those beneath the Porter standing?
They wouldn't dare cross the Luther's, not even over a mere bastard.
At this point, an engagement with the Luther Family was the least disastrous option left.
"...Fine."
That single word seemed to drain the last of Grandpa Porter's strength.
