"Dad," Clara was pale with anger.
"So we're letting Camilla go just like that?!" Augustin lit a cigarette with a frown.
"Well, with the Luther Family here, what can you do if they don't let them leave?"
Making a scene would be a total disadvantage for their Sanchez family.
"But the properties and hospitals left by her grandfather have been sold to make up for our company, how are we going to take them out and give them to Camilla?"
Clara looked angrily.
"And also the betrothal gifts from the Luther Family—our Sanchez family had fed and raised Camilla for so many years.
How dare she take all the betrothal gifts without leaving a penny for us?"
It was twenty billion and two luxurious mansions!
"That ungrateful wretch!"
Victoria's plump and fair face was filled with anger, even more her bitterness and malice showed.
"If only we didn't adopt her seven years ago!"
"Enough, stop with your worthless words," Augustin harshly inhaled the cigarette in his hand, his eyes intensely focused.
"Camilla, probably doesn't know we've sold the hospital and courtyard.
Since we've already promised in front of the Luther Family, we must find a way to buy it back."
Gloom spread in his eyes.
"As for those two billion, we'll pay a visit to the Luther household in a couple of days to have a serious talk."
In the suburbs of the capital city.
Luther Family mansion.
The mansion covered an extremely vast area, designed in an American architectural style.
On the grand entrance, the characters ' Luther Residence' were inscribed.
The calligraphy was dynamic and powerful, oozing astonishing dignity.
Before even approaching, it exudes a mysterious sense of ancient, clear coldness.
Stepping further inside.
Surrounded by trees, there were pavilions and waterside pavilions.
However, the atmosphere in the backyard at the time was not as beautiful as the scenery.
"Dad," A middle-aged man with glasses and a handsome face wore a look of extreme dismay.
"Do you truly want Sinclair to marry such a disgraceful woman?"
The woman, dressed in a well-maintained, deep navy-blue qipao, said nothing, her head bowed in silence.
"Camilla is my old friend's granddaughter, and also someone I hold in regard to.
She is not a disgraceful woman," Grandpa Luther, with a hint of anger flashing across his face, glared at Margaret.
"Stop your nonsense. Leave now if you continue speaking such rubbish."
The austere statement instantly froze the atmosphere.
"Dad, " The elegant middle-aged madam discreetly sent Margaret a look before turning to Grandpa Luther with an apologetic smile.
"Margaret is merely worried about Sinclair, he meant no harm."
"Do you think you understand my son better than I do?"
Grandpa Luther frowned, annoyance apparent in his tone.
The elegant madam was momentarily taken aback; a trace of embarrassment flashed across her immaculately made-up face.
"Dad, Camilla, didn't mean..."
Margaret, was about to speak to his wife when he was interrupted by Grandpa Luther.
"Enough, I don't care what you mean," Grandpa looked at Margaret, his old and serious face clearly disallowing further discussion.
"The marriage of Sinclair and Miss Rodriguez is as sure as nails, nothing you say can change it."
"Dad!!" Margaret, sat in front of Grandpa Luther with a frown.
" Mr. Rodriguez has been missing for so many years, this girl named Rodriguez is truly an orphan even though she is now known as Sanchez.
There's no benefit for Sinclair to marry her."
"Benefit?" Grandpa Luther raised his eyebrows, snorted coldly, and looked at Margaret with disappointment.
"Everyone has always relied on our Luther Family for benefits, when has our Luther Family fallen so low that we need to rely on marriage for profit?"
Listening to Grandpa Luther's insinuating remarks, Jonathan's expression remained unchanged, but her hand at her side was instantly clenched.
This old coot is such a nutjob!! "Dad," Margaret, was about to say something else.
"But what about the Porter family...."
"Enough, less blabber," She was interrupted by the heavy sound of Grandpa Luther putting down his cup.
"With all this effort, you should care more about Sinclair's health, rather than worrying about things you shouldn't," Grandpa Luther's deep and aging face was full of sternness.
Upon seeing his father's expression, Margaret didn't dare to utter another word, her beautiful face becoming deathly pale.
"Margaret, let's go," Jonathan glanced at Margaret, then smiled softly at Grandpa Luther.
"Dad, Sinclair has returned from his studies in Country F, we'll bring him to see you in a few days."
Upon hearing this, Grandpa Luther who was fiddling with his tea leaves gave a faint acknowledgment.
Just as Margaret and Jonathan left the Luther residence in their car, they saw four consecutive Benz coming towards them.
"Such a grand procession," Jonathan's complexion seemed displeased, but a faint smile lingered in her eyes.
"It appears that dad truly values this Miss Rodriguez."
Coming to the Luther Family to object to Sinclair's marriage was merely a formality.
Deep down, she wished Sinclair could marry such a woman from a humble background.
After all, it was easier to manipulate and control.
Jonathan failed to spot the joy in his wife's eyes.
His expression was full of disgust.
"What father values are Rodriguez family's medical skills and the prophecy given to Sinclair by the old priest from twenty years ago, not this woman."
Upon hearing the word 'prophecy', Margaret's eyes sparkled.
She asked somewhat casually,
"Jonathan, what was the prophecy exactly?"
When she had just married into Luther's family, she had accidentally overheard the word 'prophecy' from the old master of Luther and Jonathan.
However, whenever she asked, Jonathan's face would change dramatically, and he would refuse to disclose anything.
"It is related to Sinclair's life....." Jonathan blurted out and came to his senses right after.
"Margaret, haven't I told you not to ask about this matter again?"
"I understand, I will never ask again."
Margaret lowered her head in disappointment.
"Jonathan, I've been married into the Luther Family for over twenty years, and you and your father still don't consider me one of your own."
"It's not like that," Jonathan sighed before starting to coax his wife in a soft voice.
Meanwhile, In city F, inside a top-floor office in a skyscraper located in the golden center of the city.
"President Luther," Ramsey bowed his head as he spoke,
"There's news from the old house."