---- have anything useful to say, don't waste my time. I'm genuinely busy." Hearing that only made Benedict angrier. He practically jumped in frustration. "So in your eyes, marriage is just some casual arrangement? "You're willing to marry into the Bradfords just so you can control me? Don't you even care whether I like you or not? Sansa, is your love really that cheap?" His accusations left me baffled. Thad no idea what he was trying to get at. "Relax," I replied. "You won't have to deal with me much longer. Theodore told me last night he's shifting his focus. "The Bradford Enterprise headquarters will concentrate on the domestic market, and all the overseas affairs will be yours to manage. Isn't that the freedom you always wanted?" ---- That quieted him. But then, with a scowl, he asked, "And what about you? Are you planning to come abroad with me?" I frowned. Since when did a sister-in-law tag along with her husband's younger brother? "Why would I go with you? If you're feeling lonely, you could always ask Lina." That lit a new fire in Benedict as he grabbed my wrist. "So that's it? As long as you can marry into the Bradfords, you don't care where I go?" he shouted. "you're only ever strict with me because of Grandpa's orders, not because you actually care. And now you're pushing me toward Lina? "Sansa, do you even have a heart?" Just as Benedict and I were in the middle of our escalating quarrel, Alexander stepped in to defuse the tension. "Benedict, can't you just speak like a decent ---- human being for once? "Sansa, go take care of the preparations. Let me have a word with this foolish boy." I walked off, leaving the two of them-. grandfather and grandson-alone in the hallway. "Grandpa, let me be blunt," Benedict started as he folded his arms defiantly. "T only said I wanted to marry Sansa to mess with her. I'm not getting engaged to her tomorrow. So please, stop wasting your time. I won't marry her." Alexander's brow furrowed. "Do you actually think the engagement is between you and Sansa?" Benedict scoffed. "Sure, I know. Sansa's supposed to get engaged to Theodore, right? But then you will tell me he's stuck overseas and can't come back in time. You want to trick me into standing in for him with this ---- ridiculous excuse. Grandpa, I'm really sick of your manipulations." He drew a deep breath and added with exasperation, "If you insist on going through with it, fine. But just know, an engagement party without a real fiancé will make Sansa a laughingstock. "you should talk some sense into yourself, and her. Even if she's materialistic, her marriage shouldn't be the price she pays for your control over me." Something in Benedict's words struck a nerve. Alexander gripped his cane tightly, his knuckles pale. "T'll ask you one last thing," he said slowly. "Do you like Sansa?" Benedict hesitated, then muttered, "No. I don't like anything you've arranged."