Isabella wasn’t foolish and could easily discern that Mr. Jacob had no intention of accepting her as his daughter-in-law. She understood well that Mr. Jacob deeply held the belief that Turner family werewolves should not marry humans.
Isabella lowered her head slightly and remained silent. In this situation, it wasn’t her place to speak. Regardless of his acknowledgment, it didn’t matter as long as the law recognized it.
“My wife is my own decision,” Andrew said, sitting up straight and speaking calmly. “Although we are werewolves, our clan has integrated into human society for over a century. Some old rules should be abolished.”
“Are you defying me?!” Mr. Jacob’s eyes widened in anger, and he shouted, “Andrew, you’re getting more and more audacious. You have no respect for anyone!”
The living room fell silent. Except for Mrs. Hannah and Layla, the others looked gleeful, as if enjoying a spectacle.
“Father, I respect you as an elder, which is why I brought my wife here today to meet you. But this is not a situation she should endure. I am the Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack, and she is its Luna. She deserves everyone’s respect.”
“Respect? Andrew, have you shown us any respect?!” Mr. Jacob slammed his hand on the coffee table again, his forehead veins bulging. “Don’t bring up the Alpha…”
“Father!” Andrew interrupted Mr. Jacob, his gaze turning icy. He then placed his hand over Isabella’s, the warmth transferring to her. “In that case, we’ll take our leave. Thank you for your hospitality.”
“You!” Mr. Jacob trembled with anger, and Mrs. Hannah held his shoulder, smiling to diffuse the tension. “Really, you two are so stubborn, just like your father. Being apart for so many years hasn’t changed anything. Jacob, let it go for today. Isabella is a young girl; let’s not scare her.”
Mr. Jacob remained silent, his presence radiating authority. Andrew, unyielding, sat with a cold demeanor. Isabella noticed his tightly pressed lips, suppressing his anger, and she soothingly traced a circle in his palm with her thumb to show she was okay.
To ease the atmosphere, Mrs. Hannah pulled Isabella over and said with a warm smile, “Isabella, from now on, we’re family. I’m sorry for today’s fuss. Andrew’s father may seem strict, but he cares deeply for Andrew. Don’t take it to heart. If anyone dares to bully you in the future, you must tell me, and I’ll stand up for you.”
“Understood, Aunt,” Isabella replied.
“Why are you still calling me Aunt?” Mrs. Hannah pretended to be stern.
Blushing, Isabella hesitated for a moment before calling out, “Mom.”
“Very good,” Mrs. Hannah responded joyfully, then handed her a document. “You called me ‘Mom,’ so this is for you to keep.”
Isabella looked at the thick stack of assets, feeling its heavy weight, and instinctively tried to refuse. “Mom, this is too valuable.”
“We’re family. What’s valuable or not doesn’t matter; it’s just a token of our feelings,” Mrs. Hannah said, stuffing the documents into Isabella’s bag.
Isabella looked helplessly at Andrew, who smiled and said, “Since it’s Mom and Sis’s sentiment, you should accept it.”
After speaking, Andrew glanced at Layla. He knew these assets were from Layla to Isabella.
Layla met his gaze and reluctantly glared at him, still mentally cursing him as an ungrateful brat.
Mrs. Hannah saw that Isabella had put away the documents and pulled her up from the sofa, leading her to stand in front of Mr. Jacob and Mrs. Hannah.
“Isabella, from now on, you need to change the way you address us.”
“Ye-yes.”
The day after they left the Turner family, William received the news of Andrew and Isabella’s upcoming marriage.
William was quite happy about it. In his eyes, Andrew was a responsible man with good character and talents, worthy of his niece. However, the fact that they went to get their marriage certificate without informing him, as her uncle, in advance made William a little unhappy. But Andrew, being polite, brought Isabella along with gifts to visit him the very next day after getting the certificate.
“Did you two get married without informing me first?” William deliberately put on a stern face.
Isabella cheerfully hugged William’s arm and said playfully, “Uncle, we were afraid you might not agree. Please understand Andrew’s situation-he’s not getting any younger. If you made things difficult for him, he might become an old man before getting married. If I end up falling for some young, handsome guy, it would be too late for Andrew to cry.”
Isabella’s playful words made William laugh despite himself.
“You little rascal, always talking nonsense. Do you think your uncle is that unreasonable to make you wait ten years before getting married?”
“Uncle loves me the most, so don’t be mad. If you keep that stern face, I won’t be happy getting married.” Isabella continued to act playfully.
“Alright, I won’t keep a stern face. I want you to be happy on your wedding day.” William helplessly laughed, unable to resist his only niece.
“William, you’re not young anymore. Stop joking with the kids,” Emma said with a smile as she walked over and handed him a document.
William took the document and immediately passed it to Isabella. “In the blink of an eye, you’ve grown up and are getting married. This is a small token from your uncle and me; please accept it.”
“Uncle, there’s no need. The inheritance from Grandpa and Mom is already in my hands. My dowry is quite substantial,” Isabella said, trying to refuse.
“That’s what your grandpa and mom left for you. This is from your uncle and aunt. Be good and take it.”
Since William insisted, it would be too distant for Isabella to refuse. She sweetly said, “Thank you, Uncle,” and put the items away.
Isabella thought to herself: Getting married has brought in a lot of gifts-I’m rich now!
While Isabella was secretly pleased, William’s eyes reddened slightly. He didn’t have a daughter, only this niece. Raising her so beautifully, he felt a pang of sorrow at the thought of her leaving.
Feeling a bit emotional, William directed his feelings toward Andrew. “Andrew, I’m entrusting Isabella to you. I only have this one niece. If you ever mistreat her, see what I’ll do to you.”
“Uncle, rest assured. I will treat Isabella well,” Andrew promised solemnly.
William nodded in satisfaction.
“Alright, William, don’t keep that stern face and scare the kids,” Emma said with a smile, seeking everyone’s opinion. “Let’s have dinner at home tonight. I’ll cook a few of your favorite dishes.”
“Aunt, you don’t have to go to the trouble. We won’t stay for dinner today,” Isabella said.
“What, are you saying you don’t like my cooking?” Emma teased with a smile.
“Of course not. I love your cooking. But this afternoon, Andrew and I want to visit the cemetery to see Mom. It’s a big event in my life, and I want to tell her about it,” Isabella explained.
Mentioning Eleanor brought a somber mood to the room.
William nodded and said, “Yes, you should inform your mom. I have nothing planned for the afternoon, so I’ll go with you.”