No One But You

Chapter 56 You are Not Qualified to Negotiate with Me

The woman speaking to us was Mrs. Knight, who dressed in a pale purple housedress, over which was

a cotton rag of the same colour.

The white light on the porch made her look elegant and noble, which was quite different from what I

had seen that day.

But the way she looked at Calvin was very gentle, and then her eyes fell on me.

She looked back through the door and whispered to us, "Leave first!"

"Mom, I want to see grandpa and Dad." Calvin held my hand and stood straight.

"You know there's only one consequence. What are you fighting for?" Mrs. Knight frowned and looked

worried. "Hurry up. She is very pregnant now. Do you want her dead and killed?"

Could it be this bad? I was taken aback. She didn't mean to scare me, did she?

Anyway, it was too late to escape.

Calvin bowed to ask me, “Are you afraid?"

Sure, my father my mother put effort to raise me, and I also put effort to raise the baby in my belly.

Don’t kill me, it was terrible!

“Can you protect me?” I looked up at him.

"Of course."

Ok. I held his hand tight as well.

With familial resistance, the relationship was different.

The gesang flowers on the Gobi beach or the snow lotus flowers on the cliffs were very difficult, so they

were particularly beautiful and moving.

There would be no rainbow without wind and rain.

Mrs. Knight looked at us helplessly.

A solemn voice came from inside, “Let him in!" All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

It was a middle-aged man's voice, and I guessed it was probably Calvin's father.

Now it was too late to run, so Calvin took me by the hand and calmly walked into the living room, which

was bigger than the banquet hall.

Even if there were ups and downs in heart, I can always pretend to be clam on the surface.

There were quite a few people in the living room.

In a mahogany carved chair sitting in an old man in his 70s with gray hair. He looked like kind but he

had a pair of eyes like an eagle.

There was a man sitting on the sofa beside the chair. I found Calvin looked like him at first sight, only it

was the older version.

I was thinking that maybe Calvin would look like him when he was old, and he was still good-looking.

With his status and appearance, it was not weird for him to go out with a twentysomething chick.

I was a person can imagine in such severe circumstances.

His eyes fell on Calvin’s hand holding mine, and then quickly moved away, and to my face like the

aggression of crushing every pore of my body up and down.

“What do you mean?” Calvin's father asked word after word. There were only four words, but each one

was strong enough to make anyone tremble.

But I was able to make eye contact with him.

Calvin also answered him word by word, “You see, this woman has my child, if tomorrow's wedding is

not for me and her, and then cancel it."

Calvin's father squinted. The father and son squinted alike."

“The wedding between you and the Dixon Family was an early agreement between your grandfather

and the Don of the Dixon Family. Do ou want your grandfather to be the one who breaks his word?"

"I also promised this woman that I had to marry her, and it seemed fair that either Grandpa had broken

his promise or I had."

"You are not in a position to negotiate with me." His father's voice sounded calm, but I saw his hands

gripping the arms of the sofa, with his fingernails tucked into the leather.

He was angry.

In this family, fame and profit were the supreme law of all.

And now Calvin was challenging his family's rules for a divorced woman.

If I were his father, I'd give him a slap.

But at the same time, I appreciated Calvin's courage.

Since he was brave, I can't be a coward.

"I'm the best person to negotiate with you now, because I'm the one who's going to be standing in the

wedding hall tomorrow, and I won't do it unless you carried me into it after I die."

"Calvin, You have a younger sister," the old master in the chair said in a loud voice. "You must set an

example. Do you intend that they should imitate you in the future?"

"If I can't decide what I want to do, what good example can I set her?" Calvin took me by the hand and

walked over to the don. "I don't like that Fairy Dixon. One more look at her makes me get goose

bumps. I could not imagine that I have to stay in one bed with her for so many years.”

"What is Fairy Dixon?" The Don frowned and looked up at him.

"Sophie."

“I let you marry her without making you like her." The don's words were so contradictory, but it made

sense.

The Don turned to me and beckoned, "Come and let me see you."

I went over and the don was sitting and I was standing, so I squatted down in front of him.

He asked the steward next to him for reading glasses and put them on to look at me carefully and

narrow his eyes.

"She looks no better than Sophie."

"But she's funny."

"If you want fun, buy a dog." If it weren't for the majesty of the atmosphere here, the don's words

almost made me laugh.

That's what I said when Calvin told me about his marriage to Sophie.

It was scary that the don wasn't angry but arrogant, but I thought I liked him.

The don looked at me for a while, and then looked up at his grandson, “How about this? You get

married with Sophie, and you can keep this woman outside. When we have family gatherings, you take

Sophie.”

I can't hold my temper any longer.

And Calvin had been watching me, seemed to be waiting for me to say something.

"Old man, it is decades ago that you can marry several women, now polygamy is against the law.” I

talked to the don patiently.

He squinted at me and said, "Do you have a crush on Calvin?”

“Your grandson has a crush on me.” I corrected him.

The old man's face was serious, maybe he disliked my hippies, “He has a crush on many women,

should he get marry to them?"

"I'm afraid you'll be upset if they all get married and put on a big house."

"Impudent!” Calvin's father growled, and suddenly the air in the living room dropped several degrees.

“Take Calvin upstairs, and drive this woman away!”

Calvin's father was simple and rough. Several big men grabbed me, carrying me like a chicken to go

outside.