However, the outcome was probably going to disappoint them.
This time Glenn didn’t come back to help them, but… to formally take over the Weaver family!
“Glenn, did you come back to save us?”
A neatly dressed young woman with short hair joyfully ran over in high heels, wanting to hug him.
Master Glenn quickly stepped aside upon seeing her approach, causing the woman to miss and bump into the door panel. As her forehead collided with the mahogany door, tears welled up in her eyes as she exclaimed in pain, clutching her red lips.
“Ouch, that hurts!”
She looked at Glenn with accusatory eyes, as if questioning why he had avoided her just now.
“Don’t touch me!”
The man’s response was cold, leaving the woman stunned.
“Glenn.”
Master Glenn sat down on the sofa nonchalantly, crossing his legs. His arrogant demeanor made it clear to everyone in the hall what was happening, their expressions turning sour.
An older woman stood up, cutting straight to the point.
“State your intentions. I don’t believe you’ve come back to rescue the failing Weaver family out of the goodness of your heart. There’s no need for pretense.”
Facing the woman’s sarcasm, Glenn chuckled without denying it.
“Auntie speaks the truth. I am no longer part of the Weaver family.”
It was necessary to draw a clear line to proceed with the negotiations.
“Glenn, don’t be like this. We may not share the same mother, but you’re still my brother. Don’t you really want to return to the Weaver family?”
Yes, the vivacious woman with short hair just now was Glenn’s half-sister, Jennifer Morgan. She was only three months older than Glenn, a testament to their father’s infidelity.
Their father, a traditional man from the Weaver family, favored his legitimate children. Glenn, being born out of wedlock, was a stain on his reputation. He was neglected and left to fend for himself within the Weaver family.
Since childhood, his half-sister, fueled by her status, had bullied Glenn. He hadn’t forgotten the humiliation when, at the brink of starvation, she had tossed a piece of chicken wing to a beloved dog in front of him.
After their father’s untimely death at thirty, the Morgan family began to decline.
Jennifer was sent back to the Weaver family, who, recognizing her half Weaver family lineage, raised her until she graduated from college. Subsequently, due to a family alliance, Jennifer married a wealthy foreigner nearly forty years old, and left Onistead with her husband.
Glenn was relieved the day she left, but her sudden return puzzled him.
“We don’t share the same mother. I can’t accept being called ‘brother’ by you. As for returning to the Weaver family? Ridiculous. I am no longer part of the Weaver family.”
For Glenn, home was where his wife, Kate, was. Unfortunately, their once happy home had been destroyed by them. Jaelynn, Elsa, and all the members of the Weaver family should be punished.
His cold attitude indicated his malevolent intentions.
The Weaver family members, who had just glimpsed hope, now saw it fade away.
“What do you want by coming here? Speak up. If you intend to harm us, leave!”
The elegant woman sat down gracefully, revealing fair legs under her slit dress. She was Chelsea Weaver, acting head in the absence of a successor after Jaelynn’s death.
Having watched Glenn grow up, her opinion of him was clear: he was not one of them.
Sure enough, Glenn had begun to make a name for himself in the female-dominated Weaver family, earning a position as a man in a society where women held power.
Glenn leisurely stood up from the sofa, walking around the hall casually. Finally, he gazed at the framed photograph on the main hall wall. It depicted his deceased father, his half-sister, and all the Weaver family heirs-except him.
Because in their eyes, he was just a servant to be ordered around.
“I came here today for a simple reason: to buy this ancestral home.”
“I have a sentimental attachment to it. Despite the pain it has caused me, I can’t bear to see it fall into someone else’s hands.”
Upon acquiring the house, his first act would be to burn this photograph and replace it with a family portrait of him, his wife, and daughter.
“You!”
“I knew you weren’t here with good intentions, but I never expected you to have your eyes on the ancestral home too!”
If it weren’t for being at their wit’s end, Chelsea wouldn’t have considered selling the ancestral home. Her decision undoubtedly branded her as the sinner of the entire Weaver family, a disgrace to their ancestors.
But survival had become difficult. To provide the younger generations with a chance to rise, she had to become this sinner.
Yet she could tolerate outsiders trampling on the Weaver family; betrayal from within was intolerable.
“Shameless traitor! I’d rather die than sell the ancestral home to someone like you!”
Glenn remained calm in the face of Chelsea’s anger. With his hands behind his back, he chuckled.
“Auntie, even as the interim head, you can’t make such a decision, can you?”
“If you refuse to sell the ancestral home to me, the courts will take action for the outstanding debt within the deadline.”
“I’m sure, apart from me, no one else will offer a higher price!”
Few could afford the Weaver family’s ancestral home and risk Glenn’s enmity. Only families like the Edwardses, Todds, Harrisons, and Zamoras had such resources, but they wouldn’t bother buying it.
“Very well. I’ll give you three days to think it over. After that, my lawyer will come. Goodbye!”
With that, Glenn left, his departure marked by an air of arrogance. He didn’t spare a glance for Jennifer.
After Glenn left, Chelsea angrily knocked over a vase on the table.
“That despicable traitor! He’s threatening me!”
While everyone remained silent, Jennifer coughed lightly and expressed her opinion quietly.
“Auntie, selling it to him might not be a bad idea… After all, he shares the same surname, which is better than selling it to outsiders. And, we really need the money now.”