Chapter 362

Alexander's words formed an impenetrable wall, blocking all of Matriarch Valdemar's schemes.

Sophia Laurent felt warmth bloom in her chest at his silent protection.

The Matriarch's brows furrowed tightly.

She had originally selected a suitable bride from an equally prestigious family for Alexander.

A minor family like the Lowells was beneath her notice.

Who could have predicted Alexander's sudden accident, allowing the Patriarch to push through this marriage?

She had planned to dissolve the engagement under the guise of the healing marriage tradition.

Yet before she could even begin, Alexander had rendered her speechless.

The Matriarch's chest tightened, her blood pressure spiking.

"Old man, Alexander's marriage concerns the future of the Valdemar family. This isn't a game."

The Patriarch scoffed. "I'll naturally arrange a proper wedding for them."

The Matriarch stamped her foot in frustration.

That wasn't what she meant at all.

Seeing the identical stubborn expressions on her husband and grandson's faces, she grew dizzy with rage.

Vincent Valdemar hurried forward to steady her.

"Mother, calm down—"

He turned to glare at Alexander.

"Have you forgotten how to respect your elders?"

"Who doted on you most when you were a child?"

Alexander had been born during his parents' happiest period, and the Matriarch had indeed spoiled him rotten.

Noticing Alexander's slight hesitation, Vincent pressed his advantage.

"Your grandmother only has two wishes. Can't you grant her at least one?"

Whether releasing Sophia or marrying someone else, either outcome would serve their purpose.

The Matriarch nodded approvingly. "One should repay kindness with gratitude."

Adrian Valdemar clenched his fists, barely containing his anger.

Sophia lowered her head to hide her amusement.

Who still played the guilt-tripping card in this day and age?

The Patriarch's expression darkened. "Are you threatening Alexander now?"

The Matriarch glared. "We only want what's best for him!"

"Stop being unreasonable."

The Patriarch slammed the table. "Leave if you've lost your appetite."

"You—" The Matriarch clutched her chest, wounded. "After decades of marriage, this is how you treat me?"

The Patriarch exhaled heavily.

The air froze instantly.

Sophia stole a glance at Alexander.

His expression remained indifferent as he tapped the table lightly. "What would Grandmother have me do?"

Vincent and the Matriarch's eyes lit up with triumph.