Now, with everything ending in such absurdity, how could she not feel distressed?
"Forget it," Grandma Hewitt sighed. "If that’s what you want, we’ll cancel the wedding in seven days. It’s those two foolish boys who don’t realize their blessing. But tell me, child, how can our Hewitt family make it up to you..."
Just then, Nikki’s phone vibrated again.
She glanced down, and her pupils suddenly dilated.
[But I just found out—the transplant recipient is indeed someone in the Hewitt family.]
[It’s Fourth Master Hewitt, David Hewitt.]
David—the enigmatic Fourth Master who had left overseas years ago due to an ill-fated horoscope, remaining unmarried ever since?
An impulse surged within her. Nikki looked up sharply.
"Grandma Hewitt, there’s no need to make it up to me."
"Howard and Brad were never meant for me. But… can I marry Fourth Master Hewitt instead, at the wedding in seven days?"
The two elders of the Hewitt family were momentarily stunned, unsure if they had heard her correctly.
"Child, you must think carefully. Marriage isn’t something to be decided in a moment of anger!"