Listening to Julian Keaton's questioning, Mrs. Keaton became anxious.
She secretly kicked Julian Keaton, saying coldly, "What nonsense are you talking about? Hannah is such a good girl, so many men are fighting to marry her, and this silly girl is stubborn enough to only want to marry you. Consider yourself lucky!"
"Lucky?" Julian Keaton looked at his mother, his dark eyes filled with deep disappointment. "To treat my marriage as a transaction, only caring about how much benefit the woman I marry brings to the Keaton family's business—is this what parents should do?"
Without waiting for Mrs. Keaton to reply, Julian Keaton continued, "And now, you even try to make me believe it's a blessing?"
"Julian Keaton!" Mr. Keaton glared angrily, "Do you even know what you're saying?"
"Julian!" Hannah Clayton became even more anxious.
She knew Julian Keaton didn't like her.
But she also knew that as someone who values filial piety, he wouldn't defy his parents' orders.
