Briony was completely thrown off.

Beatrice's boldness was honestly overwhelming-Briony could barely process it and could only turn helplessly to Maynard.

Maynard rubbed his brow, trying to keep his composure as he addressed Beatrice. "Grandma, please, let's not rush. Things between us are a little... complicated. If you push like this, it'll put Bryn in an impossible position."

"Complicated?" Beatrice gave Maynard a sharp look. "Don't tell me... You two have already eloped and gotten married behind our backs?"

Maynard fell silent.

So did Briony.

Stewart, standing nearby, finally lost his patience.

"Bryn." He stepped forward, ignoring everyone else in the room, his gaze fixed on

Briony, eyes dark and intent. "Can we talk? Just the two of us."

Briony looked at him coolly. "Mr. Wentworth, I'm afraid I don't have time to entertain you right now."

exchanged

had already done their

about her past with Stewart. Even though their marriage had never been made public, it wasn't difficult for

had two children together. The Maynards were a little disappointed, sure, but they weren't a family bound by old-fashioned

the children? The Maynards had plenty of resources-they certainly didn't mind welcoming two

those kids' biological father was Stewart-head of the Northborough Bar Association, now also the vice president of Neonova Corporation, and son-in-law to the

could be officially recognized as family, they wouldn't mind at all if Briony brought her

all these preparations and coming here in full,

atmosphere grew

come to see the kids? You're

his face darkening. "Taking advantage while others are down-does that

just chuckled. "Mr. Wentworth, why the accusations? Weren't those photos online taken at the request of your new wife? If you can't keep your own house in order and it drags me, Bryn, and our newborn into this mess, we should be the ones demanding answers. Yet here you are,

Maynard family

something else going

Afra frowned at Maynard,

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