Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 11

At the Blackwood Manor.

"Ma'am, the Hawthornes called to say they are willing to marry their daughter to Julius for the warding-off-death marriage, and we should send someone to pick her up tomorrow."

Sitting on the sofa, the silver-haired woman, over seventy years old, said joyfully, "Really? They actually agreed?"

"Yes. Frederick Hawthorne called Larry himself. So it's guaranteed."

Larry was the butler of the Blackwood Family, and he and Lisa were a couple who had served the Blackwoods for many years.

"That's absolutely wonderful! My grandson is finally going to be saved. Hurry, tell Larry to prepare the wedding fund we promised them, and we'll pick her up tomorrow."

"Yes, Ma'am. But please don't get too excited, your blood pressure might spike again."

"Sigh, my old bones can't hold out much longer. My only wish now is to see Julius recover. If he could give me a great-grandson, that would be even better. Maybe then this old body of mine could hang on a bit longer."

"Ma'am, you should think positive thoughts. Your health might improve very soon! Didn't the Abbot say that the Hawthorne girl's astrological compatibility chart is a perfect match for Julius? The marriage is bound to succeed, and Julius will definitely get better."

"You're right, I need to stay strong. I still have to help Julius raise his kids. Quick, bring me my medicine, I'm ready to take it now."

"Right away, Ma'am. I'll get it now," Lisa said happily as she hurried off to fetch the medication.

...

He couldn't believe his grandmother had actually fallen for it.

He didn't know why the Hawthorne daughter had agreed to such an absurd arrangement either. Wasn't she afraid of becoming a widow right after getting married?

But seeing his grandmother so happy, he decided to just let her be. Once the Hawthorne girl arrived, he would simply explain the truth to her.

He was a dead man walking; there was no need to ruin a young woman's life. It was just so frustrating to die like this. He still had so much left to do.

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The next day, several luxury cars arrived at the Hawthorne Villa. A middle-aged man in his fifties stepped out of the lead car.