All eyes turned toward them.
In the elevator stood Damien Vaughn, dressed head-to-toe in black and exuding his usual noble detachment. A fair-skinned, tall woman was holding his arm.
The woman had almond eyes, red lips, delicate, arched brows, and a small, pert nose. Her features were so exquisite and lively they looked as if they had been meticulously carved by the Creator. He was cold and she was warm; they looked like a perfect match.
With her left hand, the woman held the arm of another man who was just as noble and detached. He was dressed in all white, with messy, jet-black hair falling to his shoulders. He looked like a bohemian rock star, or perhaps an artist filled with creative spirit.
Any one of them alone would have been the center of attention, but with the three of them appearing together, the visual impact was like seeing the male lead, female lead, and second male lead from an arthouse film.
A commotion rippled through the crowd, and then, as if by unspoken agreement, everyone fell silent.
Damien Vaughn, Cecelia Archer, and Zeke Walton stepped out slowly. The elevator doors closed, and only then did someone break the silence.
"Big Bro, is this the girlfriend you’ve been hiding away all this time? It’s not like she’s ugly, so why are you only bringing her home today? You made Grandpa think you really didn’t want to get married. He’s been worried sick about you."
"Zeke, why are you with them? So you knew about this all along?"
The speaker was Simone Vaughn, Damien’s cousin from his second uncle’s side and the eldest young lady of the Vaughn family.
Since childhood, she had been engaged to Zeke Walton by the arrangement of their two grandfathers. As she spoke, she moved to take his arm, but he subtly dodged her.
"He’s a grown man. Doesn’t he have the right to manage his own love life? Does he have to report everything to you?"
The soft, artistic air about him from earlier had vanished. When he spoke again, his voice was that of a typical man.
Feigning nonchalance, he let go of Cecelia’s arm to grab a glass of wine, then casually scanned the dining table.
"The feast is already served? Looks like we can start eating. Perfect, I’m starving. Grandpa Vaughn, I remember you’re not a fan of all that pomp and circumstance. Why don’t we just start dinner?"
The crowd became lively again. Everyone present tonight were members of the Vaughn family and close friends of the grandchildren. They had all been here countless times and were extremely familiar with one another, so the old man didn’t stand on ceremony.
"Alright, if you’re hungry, let’s eat. I’ll head back to rest after I’m done, and you young people can relax and have fun."
Following the old man’s lead, a group of gorgeously dressed men and women took their seats at the dining table.
All sixteen of them completely surrounded the Vaughn family’s dining table, which usually felt far too large and empty.
The old man sat at the head of the table, with the second uncle and aunt, third uncle and aunt, Damien, and the others seated in order on his left and right.
Cecelia sat next to Damien, Zeke sat next to Cecelia, and Candy was being held in the old man’s lap.
"Today is not just my birthday, it’s also a joyous day because your big brother has added to our family. I’m very happy. I propose a toast to everyone. I hope you all will work hard and follow his example—add more children to the Vaughn family."
Everyone drank a glass with the old man, but there was little joy on their faces.
’Learn from Damien Vaughn? What was there to learn?’
’The esteemed eldest grandson of the Vaughn family getting married and having a child should have been a wonderful affair that caused a stir throughout Veridia. But he’d gone and handled it like he was hiding a mistress in a secret love nest. It would be humiliating if word got out.’
Of course, in front of the old man, not a single person dared to express their true thoughts.
They went through the motions of eating for over an hour before the old man grew tired.
"The birthday celebration is over, and it’s time for me to head out. The rest of the evening is yours. Go have fun."
"Candy, do you want to go upstairs and read with Great-Grandpa, or stay here and play with Mommy and Daddy?"


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