Chapter 269

Chapter 269 You Will Never Be A Shaw

Michael shot daggers at Emma. His dark eyes glinted with fury.

“How could you hit me for this b*tch? Michael, have you forgotten I’m your fiancée? This woman is here to ruin our wedding, yet you’re defending her! Don’t you care about my feelings?”

Emma became more and more emotional as Michael stood up for me. Pointing at my face, she yelled at him bitterly.

“As I said just now, the wedding is canceled. Don’t make me repeat myself for the third time.”

The man’s gaze grew frigid as Emma kept calling me a b*tch. I could sense his hostile vibe.

He was indeed enraged this time.

“Before I make any decision, scram!” Michael bellowed in a low, croaky voice.

His gaze on Emma was as cold as ice. The man had always been quick-tempered. Now his patience was wearing thin because of her actions.

“Michael, what are you doing? No matter what, Emma is your fiancée. How can you speak to her this way?”

Michael’s harsh attitude toward Emma put Josephine on edge, who hurried over to ease things up as she glared at him angrily. However, due to the crowded setting, she could not fully express her annoyance.

“Mom, I’ve said it just now. The wedding is canceled, so she’s no longer my fiancée.”

His brows knitted together. Though his expression softened up when he turned to look at his mother, he remained adamant about calling off the wedding. He had made a decision, and that was final.

“Michael, cut the nonsense! Our family has business collaborations with Emma’s family. How can you call off the wedding just like that? You must take the bigger picture into consideration.”

Josephine gave him a death stare. Her voice was not loud but everyone present heard her clearly.

I did not know Michael and Emma’s marriage was based solely on business interests. Suddenly, I sympathized with him.

He had always been an iron-willed man. No one could ever convince him otherwise once he had made up his mind. Yet, a man like him had to sacrifice his happiness for his family’s interests.

“Even without the collaboration with the Joneses, I can expand our business and bring the company to new heights.”

He cast Emma a disdainful glance as he spoke.

Michael was an incredibly competent man. That was why nobody doubted his capability. He could no doubt make his company flourish without the Joneses.

Looking at his resolute expression, Josephine breathed a helpless sigh. She was rendered utterly speechless. Since Emma and I were around, she could not discuss with him freely.

“Mrs. Shaw, look at how Michael treats me. You said you like me and want me to be your daughter-in-law.”

Seeing that Josephine had relented, Emma felt a pang of anxiety and clutched Josephine’s hand while looking aggrieved.

Her pitiable look could tug at anyone’s heartstrings, including Josephine’s.

“Emma, don’t worry. Michael must have said that out of anger. I’ll talk to him. He’ll come to his senses once he calms down.” She consoled Emma, patting the back of the latter’s hand with a kind smile.

“Really? He’s canceling the wedding only out of anger?” Emma asked gingerly and softly as she peeked at Michael pitifully.

Despite Josephine’s consolation, she still felt troubled.

Michael’s brows drew together when he caught her glance but he said nothing. His expression obviously showed that he was vexed with her.

Seeing her worried look, Josephine quickly assured her, “Trust me. I’ll talk to Michael. He’s usually very obedient.”

As a snobbish woman, Josephine knew the commercial benefits that Michael and Emma’s marriage could bring. For this reason alone, she would try her very best to match-make the two.

She continued to comfort Emma. Glancing at her son, she decided to leave with Emma for the time being.

Though the latter was reluctant, she knew her presence would only make Michael feel more disgusted.

As Josephine strutted past me, she stopped in her tracks all of a sudden and glared coldly at me. Her gaze was filled with fury.

“Whether your baby is Michael’s or not, I’ll never let you marry into our family. You’ll never be a Shaw!”

The woman had made herself clear. She would never accept me or let me be with Michael, no matter what.

I felt a twinge of sadness at her words. I had expected this, yet her uncompromising stance still bothered me.

“Mrs. Shaw, I…”

Although I knew my sudden appearance was detrimental to the Shaw family’s reputation, I had no other choice. I parted my lips to try to say something but as soon as I attempted to explain myself, she interrupted me. She did not give me even the slightest chance to speak up.

“You don’t need to say anything and I don’t want to listen to you. Ms. Garcia, you’re not worthy of marrying into the Shaw family.”

Josephine remained stern as she spoke assertively. Judging from her expression, I could tell that she would never change her tune.

I hung my head. I was at a loss for words. The courage that I had while facing off against Emma vanished in front of Josephine.

Emma looked at me smugly; the malice in her gaze intensified. Soon, she held Josephine’s hand and left.

The living room was left with only Michael and me. Sitting on the couch, the man remained silent with a scowl on his dashing face.

Like a child who had done something wrong, I stood near him and did not dare to utter a word.

“I’m sorry, Michael…”

I did not know what else to say. After ruining his wedding today, something just felt different between us. I wondered what he thought of me now.

“Anna, do you know what you’ve done today cost me tens of millions?”

He glowered at me. If he hadn’t had feelings for me, he would have given me a tight slap, just like how ruthlessly he had treated Emma.

“Tens of millions? Why is that so?”

My heart skipped a beat at the astronomical number. Instantly, I turned to gape at Michael in astonishment.

Only then did I realize I had stirred up huge trouble.

“My marriage with Emma is the foundation of the collaboration between our families. Anyone who calls off the wedding must compensate the other fifty million.”

His chest heaved vigorously. I knew he was on the verge of losing his cool. It must have taken him a great deal of patience to stifle his wrath and explain things to me.