The backyard of the Matthews family estate.
Inside a room on the second floor.
The spacious room was filled with an invisible pressure, silencing the entire conference table.
Joel's expression had turned exceedingly grim.
However, he found it difficult to meet the gaze of the man seated at the head of the table, whose demeanor was as icy as frost.
The anger that had risen to his lips was forcefully suppressed.
"Uncle, do you really have nothing to say about John's fiancée?" Joel turned his head to look at Grandpa Matthews, seated at the other end.
A hint of authority flashed across Grandpa Matthews' aged face. "As long as John is happy, I have no objections."
If Grandpa Matthews said so, others found it even harder to voice their opinions.
For a moment, everyone exchanged glances,
