"Yeah, Marylin, Jayson is just a manager at a subsidiary company. You'd be settling for less by marrying him. He's got no ambition and no business sense..."

I ignored their words, but I couldn't help feeling a faint urge to laugh. 

Jayson had kept it hidden from the Calderon Family all these years.

His overseas business was thriving—how could that be called lacking ambition? How could he be considered lacking in business sense?

Compared to Darrick, who could be dismissed with a single phone call, Jayson was the true schemer of the Calderon Family.

More importantly, he loved me.

In my past life, as I nearly bled to death on the operating table, Jayson rushed in recklessly, demanding to donate blood to save my life.

But our blood types didn't match. In the end, I still passed away.

After my death, he used his overseas connections to oust the Calderon Family from their circle, bankrupting them.

All three family members ended up homeless, beaten and cursed by creditors with nowhere to hide.

At my grave, Jayson poured out his heart to me. 

He said he had seen me long ago and fallen in love at first sight. 

The reason Jayson joined the Calderon Family solely to be near me.

Little did he know I would fall for Darrick.

Jayson avenged me, yet took his own life at my grave.

In his final moments, he revealed a truth that stunned me, that if the child in my womb was his.

That night at the hotel, it was Jayson who went to the rendezvous in Darrick's place.

The figure beneath my fingertips gradually emerged from the crowd.

Jayson, clad in a bespoke suit, wore a faint smile as his gaze settled on my face. "Miss Graham, I am not a member of the Calderon Family. I cannot give you the life you desire."

"If you follow me, you'll suffer hardship."

I returned his words with an even brighter smile. "What could be harder than having a husband who cheats?"

“You're poor and I'm rich — this is a match made in heaven!”

Mr. Calderon, seeing this, tried urgently to intervene, but my father's icy glare forced him back.

"What? The fact that my daughter likes your younger brother is his good fortune. Do you expect me to let her marry your good-for-nothing son and foot the bill?"

"Mr. Calderon, know your place."

Mr. Calderon slapped his forehead and changed his tone. "Oh, Mr. Graham is absolutely right. As long as Miss Graham is happy, I have no objections!"

"Jayson, come over and greet Mr. Graham."

"After the wedding, you won't need to go to the company anymore. Just take good care of Miss Graham every day.”

“You're just a junior manager anyway—the company can manage perfectly well with or without you."

He dressed Jayson in the tuxedo Darrick had taken off, growing more pleased with the result the longer he looked.

Just as they were about to push him onto the stage to begin the ceremony, I suddenly spoke up, "Wait."

"Uncle Jayson, I, Marylin Graham, won't marry a useless man. You stripped him of his position—how is he supposed to support me?"

Mr. Calderon froze, "The Graham Family isn't short on money either..."

"The Graham Family is more wealthy than the Calderon Family. What does it have to do with Jayson? He's marrying a wife, not becoming a son-in-law."

I stepped around him and stood beside Jayson, sizing him up. "Besides, if I'm condescending myself to marry your foster brother, shouldn't you offer me a dowry higher than what you gave Darrick?”

“Otherwise, why should I lower myself? You don't seriously think Calderon's surname can be used as currency, do you?"

Darrick’s father's expression darkened, his hands rubbing anxiously at his palms. "What compensation does Miss Graham require? Name it. If it's within my power, I'll grant it."

"After marriage, Jayson will be my husband. Hand over that three hundred million project for him to manage."

"Also, Darrick publicly humiliated me. Have him and Myra roll out of the company together—never to return."

Before Darrick’s father could speak, Darrick’s mother protested urgently, "No, Darrick is my own flesh and blood. The entire Calderon Family legacy is meant to be passed down to him!"

"What if the Calderon Family goes bankrupt? Then he wouldn't need to inherit anything."

I drummed my fingers absently on the tabletop.

Seeing their hesitation, I looked at my father with a troubled expression.

"Dad, let's withdraw our investment. I've done everything I can. It seems fate hasn't meant for us to be connected to the Calderon Family."

No sooner had the words left my mouth than Darrick’s father urgently replied, "I agree, I agree!"

"Have the lawyers draft the agreement immediately. Transfer all shares under Darrick's name to Jayson. From now on, he will be the company president..."

Satisfied with his response, I nodded toward the distance, signaling for the wedding ceremony to begin.

After a day of hectic activity, I successfully married Jayson.

That night, news of the Calderon and Graham families' alliance shot to the top of the trending charts, dominating the top three spots on the news rankings.

Yet Darrick remained conspicuously absent.

***

Midnight at the hospital, Myra awoke from emergency treatment and her first words were an apology.

"Darrick? Why are you here?"

"I'm sorry. Did I drag you into this?"

"It's all my fault... Why did you save me? Just let me die. I can't face you anymore!"

As she tried to pull back the covers and get out of bed, Darrick pressed her back down. 

"Don't move around. You've only just pulled through."

"When did I ever blame you? If something had happened to you after drinking that drugs, how could I possibly go on living alone?"

Myra wept, her voice choked with sobs, "Does Miss Graham know you came here? She doesn't blame you, does she?"

"You two are married now. Naturally, you'll live with her from now on. As for me, this burden... just forget about me."

Tears fell freely onto Darrick's hand, making his heart instantly melted.

"No need to mention that bitch’s name in front of me anymore. If she hadn't blackmailed me with money, why would I have agreed to marry her?"

"Once you're discharged, you can stay at my villa in the southern part of the city. When I go home, Marylin won't let me off easy, but she's carrying my child. I doubt she'll dare to make things difficult.” 

“Once this is over, I'll come back every week to see you, okay? So, please, stop crying, sweetheart..."

With that, Myra's emotions finally settled.

Darrick pulled out his phone and called his assistant, "Clear out the villa in the southern part of the city, Myra is moving in."

The next second, the assistant exclaimed in shock, "Young Master, what are you saying? That villa is already occupied by your uncle. The Chairman is giving it to him as a wedding home."

"Also, you're no longer the company president. Please contact the butler for any future matters. I have a meeting to attend."