“Since it was Liam’s mess, let his parents deal with it.”
I nodded, deciding to leave it at that. The driver took me to Sigmund’s place.
When I stepped inside, I glanced around. The space was immaculate, with decor that matched my taste perfectly.
However, it lacked a lived-in feel. It seemed some personal touches would be necessary in the future.
The housekeeper respectfully guided me upstairs. “Ma’am, the room has been prepared. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”
I nodded, took a long shower, and finally settled into bed, enjoying a moment of peace.
Checking my phone, I noticed not a single call or message from Liam. Sharon was clearly not done stirring up trouble. I could only hope that when Liam found out I was now his aunt-in-law, he’d remain as calm as he was today.
Just then, a message from Sharon popped up.
“I’m sorry, Dia. I wasn’t feeling well today, so I asked Liam to check on me. I didn’t mean to ruin your wedding. Next time you get married, I’ll make sure to send you a great gift!”
Her faux-apology was dripping with sarcasm, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
Without hesitation, I replied, “Don’t call me ‘Dia’. We’re not that close. Also, if you’re unwell, see a doctor. The Hopkins family won’t entertain the idea of Liam marrying a mentally unsound woman.”
With that, I deleted her.
What a ridiculous woman—going to such lengths just to rile me up!
The next morning, I woke up feeling completely refreshed. After getting dressed, I headed downstairs to find Sigmund sitting at the dining table.
He glanced up at me. “Awake? Come and eat.”
I quickly joined him, taking a seat beside him.
“I got home too late last night. I’ll find some time today to sort out those ground rules for you.”
“No rush. What’s the plan for today?”
“I’m taking you to meet my relatives.”
“Your relatives?”
“Yeah, at the family estate. Things were a bit chaotic yesterday. Today’s a chance to meet them properly—and maybe collect a few incentives while we are at it.”
His comment made everything click instantly.
I smirked, fully understanding his meaning.
He was the youngest son of the patriarch, William Hopkins.
William had Sigmund during his later years.
In the Hopkins family, any celebration meant the patriarch was the one expected to foot the bill, especially when it came to his youngest son.
However, Sigmund was already thirty and still unmarried. Now that he’d stepped in as a last-minute replacement for the wedding, he could definitely receive some nice incentives.
Sigmund was no doubt a businessman—sharp as ever.
I quickly understood.
After finishing breakfast and tidying up, Sigmund drove us to the Hopkins family estate.
