Classic Novel
Chapter 17
The Morris family was on an upswing while the Christensen family was sinking like a ship. Wouldn’t it be a raw deal if Rebecca still decided to marry into the Christensens?
How could their precious daughter marry a poor guy?
But calling off the engagement would be a gossip feast for the town.
While Daly and Sandra were fretting over it, Rebecca strolled by. “Mom, Dad, why the long
faces?”
Sandra sighed and recounted the situation to Rebecca.
With memories from a past life, Rebecca knew the Christensen family had also been on the verge of ruin when they returned to Cloudcrest.
It was understandable for the Christensen family to return at this time.
Rebecca frowned slightly. “Shame on the Christensen family, coveting what they can’t have.”
She was a dazzling phoenix. There was no way she was tying the knot with a nobody this time around!
A nearly broke family, and they still wanted to marry her off? As if!
That was a pipe dream!
“Exactly!” Sandra interrupted. “After all these years, they still hold onto that old pledge without weighing their worth. They have the nerve to set their sights on my darling girl! The shamelessness!”
Rebecca continued, “Mom, Dad, leave it to me. It’s the 21st century, and we value freedom in marriage and love. Whatever happens, it’s not on you.”
Reborn with her past memory, she wouldn’t settle for just anyone.
Her match would be someone at the very top, the preeminent Mr. Christensen.
Cloudcrest was too small a pond for her.
What did the fifth child of the Christensen family matter?
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Despite sharing the Christensen surname, that Christensen boy to the real bigwig, Mr. Christensen.
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Moreover, according to Rebecca’s memory, the man at the Morris family gala the night before was, undoubtedly, Mr. Christensen.
She had to secure him and prevent the past from repeating itself.
11:19:
Just then, a servant entered. “Mr. and Mrs. Morris, good day. Lady Karen and Lady Adah have arrived.”
“Show them in.” Daly said with a welcoming smile.
Shortly after, two figures appeared in the living room.
Leading was Karen, with snowy white hair and a face etched with time.
Following her was a radiant woman, her age hard to pin down.
These were the Christensen family matriarch, Karen, and Sherman’s mother, Adah.
Daly hurried to greet them.
“Ladies, when did you arrive in Cloudcrest? A heads–up would have been nice, and we could have rolled out the red carpet for you.” Despite his internal disdain for the Christensen family, Daly maintained the facade of hospitality.
Sandra promptly had the servants make the coffee.
Karen said with a smile. “Daly, you and your wife are too kind! Oh, this must be Rebecca. What a beauty!”
“Thank you, but she’s just a diamond in the rough,” Sandra replied modestly.
Her daughter was exceptional, of course!
The fifth son of the Christensen family was no match for her!
Inwardly, Sandra scoffed at Karen’s ignorance.
Karen was out of touch! Couldn’t she see the gulf between their families?
The Christensen family was on the brink of ruin but bold enough to come knocking.
After some small talk, Karen got to the point. “Daly, let’s not beat around the bush. We’re here to discuss the
children’s engagement.”
Sandra feigned confusion. “What?”
Karen continued, “Yes, about our Sherman and your Rebecca’s engagement.”
Years ago, when the Morris family was close to collapse, the Christensen patriarch, Latham, had bailed them out. In gratitude, the Morris family promised that if they had a daughter, she would be married to Sherman, the fifth child of the Christensen family.
At that time, Sherman was only four years old.