No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 561

York rose wearily to his feet.

Even in this new life, his grandfather and father were still just as overbearing, just as tyrannical.

York stated firmly, "Even if the wedding at the end of the month doesn't happen, there's no way I'm getting engaged to Marcia Windsor!"

Old Mr. Ferguson scoffed, "That's not for you to decide!"

York's expression darkened. "Grandfather, I'm your grandson. Are you really going to tie me to some random woman for the rest of my life? Does my happiness mean so little to you?"

Sewell pointed a finger at York, scolding him. "Aren't we doing all of this for your own good?"

There it was again.

York took a deep, weary breath.

Sewell continued, "Just think about how much money you've already sunk into the Watkins family. You're a businessman, not a charity!"

"Without a top-tier family to back you, without absolute power and status, what will you use to control others? How will you make people look up to you? How will you find happiness!"

York remained firm. "Even with immense power and a fortune that could rival a nation's, none of it can buy genuine affection, a happy marriage, or a harmonious family!"

Old Mr. Ferguson's face turned ashen with anger.

He stood up, trembling, and pointed at York. "Have I taught you nothing all these years? Are you trying to kill me with anger?!"

York tried to reason with him as patiently as he could. "Grandfather, power and wealth are important, but you can't sacrifice your own feelings and marriage for material things."

But Old Mr. Ferguson was unbelievably stubborn. "Everything you have was given to you by the Ferguson family, so you will listen to us. There are ten days until the wedding. You will either marry Claudia as planned, or you will get engaged to Miss Windsor. The choice is yours!"

Seeing the patriarch's fury, York softened his tone. "I understand, Grandfather. Please, get some rest."

Without waiting for another word, York strode out of the living room.

At the doorway, he paused and looked back. He saw his grandfather lying on the sofa, gasping for breath from anger. He saw his father, fuming, berating the servants. And he saw his mother, sighing helplessly off to the side. York lowered his gaze, hiding the emotion in his eyes.

York was at his wit's end.

If this continued, his relationship with Claudia would revert to the volatile, antagonistic state it had been in their previous life.

There were five days left until the wedding.

Standing downstairs from Claudia's apartment building, York made a call to Peter Louis. "Peter, I need you to do me a favor."

That afternoon.

As Claudia was heading out to look for an apartment to rent, Peter blocked her path at the entrance to her neighborhood.

Peter opened his car door. "I need to talk to you about something. Get in."

Remembering how Peter had lied about York being drunk last time, Claudia wasn't falling for it again.

She propped her foot on his car door, hands on her hips. "Last time you lied and said York was drunk. You're not going to tell me he's drunk himself to death this time, are you?"