Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 495

Mrs. Walker said in a gentle voice.

Mr. Walker nodded, clearly agreeing with his wife. "Your mother is right. Eden is quite capable. The company he founded is thriving. He's more than qualified to take over the Thompson Group in the future. Most importantly, he's not as arrogant and conceited as Bennett. If the Walker family helps him rise to the top, he'll naturally be indebted to us. He'll certainly be more compliant than Bennett."

Yolanda was visibly annoyed by her parents' words.

Compared to Oscar's genuine feeling, he's a distant second. And next to Bennett's looks and standing? He doesn't even register. Yolanda was left completely cold.

"Only an illegitimate daughter would marry a disgraced, illegitimate son. You want to marry me off to a bastard who isn't even worthy of his family name? Do you want me to be the laughingstock of the entire city?"

"Eden may be an illegitimate son, but he's capable and has vision. Don't judge a book by its cover; you shouldn't be so prejudiced against him," Mr. Walker explained.

But Yolanda wasn't listening. "Since you've already made up your minds, why even bother asking for my opinion! It's not like I have any say in who I marry anyway."

With that, Yolanda stormed upstairs, slamming her bedroom door so hard that the sound echoed downstairs.

Mr. Walker, furious, took his anger out on his wife.

"Look at the fine daughter you've raised—so willful and disobedient she won't even listen to her own parents anymore."

"Yolanda is just feeling wronged. After all, Eden is a disgraced illegitimate son," Mrs. Walker explained.

"Don't you think I'd rather see her marry into the Thompson family with all the pomp and circumstance of a proper lady? But it's her own fault for not being able to hold onto Bennett. If she can't keep a man interested, she has no right to complain."

Mrs. Walker nodded but insisted on watching until her husband's car had left the courtyard and disappeared from sight before turning back inside.

They had been married for over thirty years, and their enduring affection and mutual support were the envy of many.

Mr. Walker's car drove smoothly down the road, his driver and secretary in the front seats.

"To Blue Nexus, Mayor?" the secretary in the passenger seat asked, turning to Mr. Walker.

This secretary had been with Mr. Walker for over a decade and was his absolute confidant. He knew, of course, that on the tenth and twenty-first of every month, Mr. Walker had a date with Professor Martinez.

"Yes." Mr. Walker was texting on his phone and didn't look up, merely murmuring his response.