The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory

Chapter 917 - 944: Being Your Woman (1)

Marianne Jackson’s lips trembled twice, unable to speak.

Lydia Williams quickly stood up, walking towards her with a smile, "Why are you crying like this? Are you feeling unwell? If you’re not feeling well, Mom will take you upstairs to rest."

As she finished speaking, she had already reached Marianne’s side.

Marianne avoided her hand.

Lydia’s face suddenly changed, her hand gripped Marianne’s wrist, exerting force secretly.

"Mom." Marianne looked up at her with a glance.

Lydia glared at her, full of warning and threat.

Marianne pursed her lips, afraid to speak further, stood up and was about to go with her.

Old Master Jackson watched the two, slapped the table, and said deeply, "Stop!"

"Dad." Lydia turned around with a face full of smiles.

Old Master Jackson looked fixedly at Marianne, full of authority, "What’s going on? Explain clearly before going upstairs. Why are you crying for no good reason?"

"Dad."

"Shut up!" Old Master Jackson interrupted Lydia directly, then turned to Marianne, "You speak."

"Grandpa I," Marianne looked at him, a bit scared, bit her lip and stood for a long time, her voice small, "I want to fall in love."

"..."

Everyone in the dining room paused for a moment.

Old Master Jackson frowned, "What did you say?"

"I like Louis Cox." Marianne bit her lip, her face reddening, "I want to be with him."

Old Master Jackson looked at her with a dark expression.

After a long time, he let out a heavy breath without speaking.

He had some impression of Louis Cox.

At this moment, looking at Marianne being both aggrieved and stubborn, he felt somewhat troubled.

"Dad." Lydia quickly played conciliator, "Don’t listen to this child’s nonsense, she’s just momentarily bewitched, children are ignorant, I’ll make sure to talk to her properly downstairs."

"Okay." Old Master Jackson nodded heavily in response.

"Grandpa." Marianne suddenly broke free from Lydia’s hand, quickly ran to Old Master Jackson, and held his arm, "Can you promise me? I really like him, I genuinely want to be with him, can you ask Mom not to control me like this?"

"Your mom’s doing it for your own good." Old Master Jackson looked at her, his face stiff, "What kind of love are you talking about? A young girl should have some restraint. You like him? Does he like you?"

Marianne was taken aback, unable to speak.

Old Master Jackson laughed sarcastically, "So it’s just your one-sided wishful thinking?"

"Please help me." Marianne was despondent.

"Help you?" Old Master Jackson frowned again, "A granddaughter that isn’t liked, should I lower myself to deliver you to him like a gift? That’s enough, don’t mention this matter again, focus on your studies, that’s what matters."

"Grandpa!"

"Enough!" Old Master Jackson’s face darkened, "Go upstairs and rest."

Marianne bit her lip, unable to speak anymore.

In this home, Old Master Jackson’s word was like an edict.

Louis didn’t like her, it was one-sided.

Indeed, it was her one-sided wishful thinking, even if it was mutual affection, Old Master Jackson might not consent, let alone her pursuing him eagerly.

"I understand." Marianne responded despondently, shook off Lydia’s hand, and ran away crying.

With such an uproar, Old Master Jackson naturally wasn’t in the mood to eat anymore, and sighed, "Kash Jackson."

"I’ll help you go outside for a walk." Butler Jackson quickly stepped forward.