Medical Genius's Unspeakable Marriage

Frowning, Matthew snapped, “It’s none of your business who calls the shots in this household! If you’re not going to drink, sit down.”

“And what do you mean by sending me away while I’m trying to offer President Cunningham a glass of wine?” the boy challenged him with a glare. “Do you actually think you’re the head of the household? Even if you were, it’d only be polite to allow me to pay my respects. Don’t you think so, President Cunningham?”

The boy’s friends cheered him on and he shot Matthew a smug, disdainful look.

If he managed to crush Matthew under his foot by the end of the night, he would consider his evening a success.

Unfortunately, Sasha begged to differ and she slammed her hand on the table before shouting angrily, “That’s enough! Mind your friends, Minerva! If you can’t do so, don’t come back in the future!”

Upon hearing that, Minerva instantly became anxious. “What are you saying, Sasha? W-We’re here to visit Aunt Helen, so how could you send us away?”

Similarly, Helen quickly added, “Exactly! How could you say that, Sasha? Minerva is your cousin. Don’t forget that your aunt—”

However, Sasha interrupted her mother and she thundered, “I haven’t forgotten, alright? I haven’t forgotten anything! But let me tell you something—the name on the deed for this property is Matthew Larson so yes, he is indeed the one who calls the shots here!”

“What do you mean by that, Sasha?” James questioned angrily. “Are you saying you have a problem with us living here?”

you wanted to go to Lakeside Garden? Why are

like that, James

incident with President White, they were indeed the ones in the wrong. Thus, he had no rebuttal for

Minerva realized that continuing to throw a fuss would not be

smile, “Very well, then! Since Matthew is being so hospitable by asking you

was obvious that

gatherings she attended with him, he

he was unlikely to be able to hold his liquor so it would be

Larson! How about this—since it’s our first meeting, let’s drink

how cordial my friends are being, Matthew. You mustn’t disappoint them! Come

provoke him and force him to

and Liam turned away, hiding

aware of how much alcohol Matthew was capable of consuming, and it was suicide to

feel like saying

wasn’t as if Minerva was a saint, anyway. They were highly dissatisfied with her