Madam Mamet's face was terribly gloomy. This old bastard really knew how to play! Finding a mistress for his grandson?
Xaviera was still here, and he had the nerve to say such things. Did he think no one would oppose him? She wanted to see who really had the final say in this family!
Madam Mamet snorted coldly, without losing her temper. When everyone was seated and the dishes were served, Sir Mamet finally spoke, "I announce Fiona..."
Madam Mamet instantly exploded, "Cyril! I don't agree!"
"Have you had enough of this!" Sir Mamet's face was also full of anger.
Seeing the situation, Fiona pretended to be anxious, "Mrs. Mamet, have you misunderstood..."
Madam Mamet had never liked Fiona, always feeling that this young girl was too scheming, acting obediently in front of the elders but using underhanded methods behind their backs. Yet that group of fools still believed Fiona was kind-hearted, gentle, and polite, even delusionally wanting her to marry Caleb, what a joke!
