Chapter 30: How's Marriage?

I forced myself to focus on my plate, mechanically cutting my food and bringing it to my mouth. The knot in my stomach made it hard to swallow, but I kept eating, desperate to appear unaffected by the tension around me.

"And Regan," my father said suddenly, dabbing the napkin to his mouth, "you should consider convincing Anastasia about the inheritance. It's crucial for the future of our company."

I froze my fork halfway to my mouth. I could feel Regan's eyes on me, and for a moment, the table went silent.

“That’s unnecessary, Dad” I replied sharply.

Regan's response was calm, "May I ask why?"

My father glanced at me and shook his head as if disappointed, "Well, she's a little stubborn. You know how she is she can be a little selfish."

"Gregory, that's enough," my grandfather warned.

"But Dad it's true. She can be a little brat."

I can even feel and hear his disgust and hate towards me. My grip on the fork tightened. I stopped