Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 444

**TITLE: A Message On Whatsapp 444**
**CONTENT: Chapter 444 I’ll Marry You**

As the sun dipped low in the sky, the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation. Behind Brad, his elder brother Jalen and sister-in-law Laura followed closely, their presence a reassuring force. His parents, Kenneth and Sabrina Keller, rounded out the family unit, each step echoing the gravity of the moment.

Tyrone, sensing the weight of the occasion, stepped forward to greet the Kellers with a respectful nod. He understood the significance of this gathering; it was not just a meeting of families but a pivotal moment in the lives of the young couple.

Brad was a man of substance—he possessed a strong will, sharp judgment, and an endless reservoir of patience, especially when it came to Raine. He was the kind of man who could be trusted with a lifetime of love and commitment.

Sabrina’s face lit up with warmth as she addressed Mr. Winter, her voice filled with conviction. “Mr. Winter, you don’t have to explain anything to us. We’ll take care of the Sawyers and ensure that relationships remain intact.” Her gaze lingered on Raine, and with every passing moment, her smile widened, reflecting her growing fondness for the young woman. But Kenneth, ever the pragmatic one, leaned in and whispered, “Sabrina, remember, we came here to apologize for our son. Perhaps tone down the exuberance a bit?”

Jalen, the ever-dominant elder brother, couldn’t resist adding his two cents, muttering under his breath, “Yeah, Mom, save the grinning for home. We’re here to make amends, not celebrate.”

Tyrone, ever the gracious host, guided Brad’s grandmother, Gloria Keller, to the couch, ensuring she was comfortable. Meanwhile, Virginia ushered Brad’s parents and siblings into the sitting room, creating a space for the discussions that lay ahead.

Brad turned to Raine, his expression softening as he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing against her cheek. “No bruises?” he asked, concern etched across his face.

Raine playfully swatted his chest twice, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips. “Why did you come? If Grandpa decides to break your legs, I can’t shield you from that!” Her tone was light, but the underlying worry was evident.

Brad intertwined his fingers with hers, a gesture of solidarity and reassurance. “I’m the Winters’ future son-in-law now. Your grandpa won’t waste his heirloom cane on me.” His confidence was palpable, and it gave Raine a sense of strength.

With a determined stride, he released her hand and moved toward the elders, positioning himself before Edwin and Raine’s parents. In a bold display of sincerity, he dropped to his knees, the gravity of his actions resonating in the room.

Ralph’s expression darkened, confusion and anger mingling in his eyes. “Mr. Keller, what is the meaning of this?”

Gloria’s voice took on a stern tone, her authority unmistakable. “He did wrong. He should kneel. He deserves to be punished.”

Kenneth, with a bow of his head, added, “Mr. Winter, this is our failure as parents. We brought him here to accept whatever you decide.”

Brad, unwavering and resolute, looked each elder in the eye. “Mr. Edwin, Mr. Ralph, Mrs. Virginia—this was entirely my fault. I lost control and took advantage of Raine when she was inebriated.” His admission hung heavy in the air, the weight of his words settling over the room.

Raine was momentarily speechless, her mind racing. She often teased Brad with playful banter, but never had she anticipated him to stand up so courageously when it truly mattered. A real man—she couldn’t help but feel a surge of admiration. Score one for him.

Brad continued, his voice steady and clear, “I love Raine. I want to be responsible for her. Please, grant us your blessing.” His earnestness was palpable, a plea for understanding and acceptance.

Edwin, not one to be easily swayed, took the cane from the butler and cracked it across Brad’s shoulder with a swift motion. “My granddaughter is only twenty, you scoundrel!” The sound echoed, a sharp reminder of the generational divide and the protective instincts of a grandfather.

Brad held himself tall, enduring the pain with a stoic demeanor. “Yes, Mr. Edwin. It was all my fault.” His resolve was commendable, and he bore the punishment without flinching.

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