Knowing Her Heart

For some reason, Blaire still felt nervous even though it was just a text message, and she hadn't heard his voice yet. Fearing that he might get impatient waiting, she quickly responded.

"Okay, Uncle Matthew. No, I mean Mr. Carter."

"There's one more thing I need to tell you—the house you gifted me for our wedding… has been smashed."

After a long silence, he finally replied with a single message. "Did my three nephews do it?"

Blaire fell silent for a moment before sending a simple message. "Yes."

His short reply instantly put her at ease. "I'll be there for you in the future."

Blaire's eyes slightly reddened as she stared at those words. Yes, he would be there for the rest of her life.

The next day, a banquet was held at the Carter residence.

Just as Blaire stepped inside, she saw the three brothers gathered around Tammy. "Don't be afraid, Tammy. Uncle Matthew may seem cold, but he won't bite. There's no need to be so nervous."

Tammy lowered her gaze slightly, and her forehead was covered in sweat from anxiety. "But… I'm scared. This is my first time meeting Uncle Matthew. Do you think… he'll like me?"

"Of course, he will. You're so kind—anyone who meets you will definitely like you."

"Don't worry, we're here for you. You don't have to be afraid when meeting elders. Just hide behind us if anything happens."

With the comfort of the three brothers, Tammy finally took a deep breath and nodded. "I'll make sure to leave a good impression on Uncle Matthew."

While looking at Tammy's pretentious demeanor, Blaire sneered. She found her seat and sat down.

Anthony's expression instantly turned cold when he saw Blaire. "You sure come often. Knowing that you'll be marrying into the Carter family in a few days, are you trying to curry favor with Uncle Matthew?"

Brandon gave a mocking smile. "Too bad. No matter how hard you try to please us, no matter which one of us you marry, you won't have a good life after marriage. Stop pushing it."

Blaire remained calm and said indifferently, "I've said it many times—I'm not marrying any of you."

Cameron lost his patience and cut her off. "How many times have you said that? And you're still saying it now? Are you out of tricks to play? Wasn't the last lesson enough for you?"

Blaire didn't refute. She was utterly calm inside while gazing toward the doorway. No matter how she explained, they wouldn't believe her anyway.

In that case, she might as well let their esteemed uncle announce it to them himself.

She no longer wanted to interact with them, but Tammy approached her with a pot of soup. "Blaire, I remember that you like this pumpkin soup. You can't reach it, so let me help you."

Tammy scooped the steaming hot soup into a bowl, but she deliberately let it slip when she handed it to Blaire. The next second, the scalding soup spilled entirely onto Blaire.

Blaire's exposed skin that came into contact with the soup instantly turned red from the burn. "Tammy, what are you doing?"

Anthony immediately pulled Tammy into his arms, protecting her. "Why are you yelling? Tammy didn't do it on purpose. Why must you make such a big deal out of it?"

"Tammy was just being kind to serve you soup. So what if it spilled? It wasn't that hot. Why did you scold her? Can't you see she's already crying?" Brandon anxiously wiped away Tammy's tears.

Cameron reprimanded Blaire even more harshly. "Blaire, you scared Tammy. Apologize to her."

Was he asking Blaire to apologize to Tammy? He was asking the victim to apologize to the perpetrator?

Blaire's mind was buzzing. Just as she was about to retort, the main door suddenly swung open. The light streamed in, and a man in a suit walked in under everyone's gaze.

But it wasn't Matthew. It was his personal assistant. "Apologies for keeping you all waiting. Mr. Carter has urgent matters to attend to, so his return trip has to be postponed by a few days. I'd like to ask for your understanding."

Matthew was the head of the Carter family, so no one could question his itinerary. Everyone quickly expressed their understanding.

Meanwhile, the personal assistant scanned the crowd before striding straight toward Blaire. The moment he faced her, his aloof attitude softened instantly.

"Ms. Presley, please come with me. Mr. Carter has something important to discuss with you in private."