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Mr. Sanders glanced up, his gaze first falling on Maja, then shifting to Ian, his pupils shrinking fiercely,
disbelief prompting him to rise from his seat. His face betrayed such shock that one might suspect he’d
seen a ghost. At the same moment, Mrs. Sanders also looked up, her expression equally incredulous.
But they were formidable figures in their youth, and swiftly masked their emotions. It was the patriarch
who spoke first. “Is this Maja?” Maja, unprovoked and therefore not displaying her sharpness, stepped
forward with a meek demeanor, bowing her head slightly. “Grandpa, Grandma.” The Sanders’ family
values were well-regarded; even though many were disgruntled by the shares she held, no one spoke
out before the elders had their say. Even York, whose eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, didn’t
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtdare act out of line at this critical moment. The presence of the two elders was so formidable it left
everyone else gasping for air. Mr. Sanders nodded, taking a sip from the coffee on the table, appearing
at least a decade younger than his peers. “When I handed over the Sanders family to Augus, I made it
clear: the heir of the Sanders family has the right to handle anything, including the distribution of
shares.” York couldn’t hold back any longer. “What makes this girl worthy?” “Silence!” Mrs. Sanders’s
voice rang out, stern and commanding. The reprimand made York shudder. Maja began to understand
why Beck said the Sanders never fought among themselves. With strict family discipline, Beck’s casual
ways must seem irresponsible to them, while Dylan was the ideal successor in their eyes. The authority
of the family head was inviolable. The room fell silent for a moment, with York clenching his fists in
frustration, yet not daring to speak
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further. Mr. Sanders continued. “So, Maja, you are now the head of the Sanders family, and as such,
there is one rule you cannot break: you must marry a partner of our choosing.” History was repeating
itself. Augus had no choice but to marry Arlene, which was why Cynthia became Arlene. Who did the
elders want her to marry now? Maja stiffened, her eyes wide with surprise. Beck quickly interjected.
“Grandpa, I’ve never heard of this rule?” Mr. Sanders lowered his lashes, his face serene, “I’ll have a
fortune-teller look into your destiny. If you and this gentleman here are not compatible, you cannot
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmmarry.” The older they got, the more the elders believed in these practices. They had already sensed
the relationship between Maja and Ian. They hadn’t expressed approval or disapproval, only the need
for this calculation. Whatever the outcome, it would be accepted. Maja was about to protest when a
warm hand took hold of hers. It was Ian, signaling her to avoid conflict for now, especially since the
outcome was still unknown. Moreover, the old couple’s reaction to seeing Ian’s face was off. They’d
been in seclusion for years—could they possibly know Ian? Unlikely. Devoted to their faith, they’d tuned
out from the outside world for over two decades. If not for the event, they likely would never have left
their island retreat. The authority of the elders was too great; not a soul in the room dared to oppose
them. Beck wanted to say more but was halted by Maja’s tug. Clearly, as long as the elders were
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