?<strong>Chapter 487:</strong>


    Joelle extended her fingers. Adrian, engulfed in euphoric bliss, slid the wedding ring onto her hand.


    “Wee back, Mrs. Miller.”


    Adrian enveloped Joelle in his arms and twirled her in the falling snow, while Aurora pped and cheered with infectious delight beside them. It felt as though the entire universe had condensed into their blissful family of three.


    Meanwhile, M stormed home, concealing her tear-stained eyes, and marched upstairs with fierce determination, locking herself away in her room.


    “Dad, what’s wrong with M?” her father asked.


    Stephen was equally distraught, unleashing his pent-up frustration on his son.


    “How can you be so apathetic as a father? M is all grown up, and it seems neither you nor your wife exhibit the slightest concern for her marriage!”


    “Dad, allow the younger generation to discover their own happiness. Matters of the heart should be permitted to unfold organically. Just look at Fred and Gracie; they found their way to one another. If you meddle, it will only breed resentment.”


    “Nonsense!” Stephen hurled a cushion in frustration and stormed back to his room, his anger palpable in the air.


    The following day, M refused to emerge from her room. Every member of the family called out to her for a meal, and even Dunn made multiple attempts to coax her out, yet she repelled them all with unwavering determination.


    Finally, Stephen, increasingly concerned that she might deprive herself, gently rapped on her door, calling out, “M, it’s Grandpa.”


    M found it impossible to deny her grandfather’s earnest plea. She opened the door.


    “Wow.”


    M’s room was in chaotic disarray, with sheets and nkets strewn across the floor, and her award certificates and trophies haphazardly scattered everywhere. It was evident that she had been profoundly upset the previous night.


    “It’s all Adrian’s fault!” Stephen gently patted M’s shoulder.


    “Don’t fret; I will find you an even better match!”


    “Grandpa, I don’t want anyone else. I only want Adrian!”


    Stephen positioned himself beside her and remarked patiently, “But Adrian is alreadymitted, with a girlfriend and child.”


    “You simply don’t understand! Grandpa, if Adrian loves Joelle so deeply, he will undoubtedly love me as well. In the future, the attention he gives to Joelle will be directed towards me as well.”


    “M, I understand that you’re fiercelypetitive and often measure yourself against Joelle. But love isn’t about eclipsing Joelle.”


    “I don’t care!” M rose abruptly, sweeping all the clothes from the bed and sending them tumbling to the floor.


    “Alright, alright,” Stephen coaxed her. “I will devise a solution.”


    After considerable coaxing, Stephen finally enticed M to join him for a meal.


    After dinner, he paced restlessly in his study, meticulously formting a n. With the path to Adrian obstructed, he resolved to approach Joelle instead.


    Joelle had attended a concert that day. Leah was taking care of Aurora, Adrian had gone to his duties at Miller Group, and Joelle, still in the process of recuperation, sought various ways to upy her time.


    After the concert, she was stopped by Stephen’s driver.


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