Chapter 212: She Doesn’t Love You

But at this point, she had no choice but to speak.

“Fraser, the doctors say your grandfather can’t handle any more stress. His condition could worsen at any time. His final wish is for you to marry into the Lastesh family and protect the Graham Group. Only then can he rest in peace. I know this engagement means nothing to you, but only through a powerful alliance can our Graham family maintain its place among the elite.”

“Is that so?” Fraser let out a sneer.

Helen fixed her gaze on him and spoke with heavy meaning. “You are the sole heir of the Graham family. You can’t be reckless anymore.”

A moment later, his cold echo reverberated through the hall. “And what if I say no?”

Fraser lifted his head, his dark eyes glancing over with indifference. That one look made Helen feel overwhelming pressure. At this moment, she slowly began to realize that her grandson was no longer within her control. Maximus had already stepped back from running things years ago due to his health. But she had to uphold the order, discipline, and traditions of the Graham family. She couldn’t allow any unexpected factors to jeopardize the foundation that had lasted for a hundred years.

Just as Helen was about to speak, her gaze inadvertently landed on the marks on Fraser’s neck. Her face instantly darkened. “Is it because of that woman?”

The moment she said this, Fraser’s eyes snapped up, locking onto Helen with an intense stare. “You’ve met her?”

Fraser knew Helen’s nature all too well. If she could name Summer, it meant she had already taken action behind his back. Helen was a woman deeply rooted in tradition; conservative, proud, and rigid. She upheld the Graham family’s rules to the highest standard. A woman without the right family background would never be allowed past the Graham family’s doorstep under her watch. That was exactly why Fraser had never intended to let Summer get close to the Graham family in the first place. He had his own plans.

Seeing Fraser’s expression grow darker, Helen felt a coldness settle deep in her heart. She had only mentioned that woman once, and yet he had already become so uncontrollable. How could she possibly tolerate that woman now?

Helen furrowed her brows and spoke sternly. “Fraser, I don’t care how you play around outside, but taking her seriously is out of the question. Her background and upbringing don’t even compare to Mia’s. At least Mia was raised under my guidance since childhood.”

Fraser’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Hah, so you went behind my back and bullied her, didn’t you?”

The more Fraser defended Summer, the colder Helen’s expression became. Without a word, she looked toward the butler. Understanding her signal, the butler stepped forward, presenting a phone with a recording and a stack of documents.

“You think she’s just some innocent woman? She’s quite clever, using you to negotiate with me for money and the Stewart family. This 30 percent of Stewart Group’s shares? I gave them to her.”

Fraser took the documents from the butler, flipping through a few pages absentmindedly. So that’s why she went back to work at Stewart Group. Without hesitation, Fraser tossed the documents onto the table, unconcerned. “So what? If she had asked me, I would’ve given her the entire Stewart family. Whatever she wants. I’ll give it to her.”

Helen’s face turned pale, then even paler. “You would go this far for a woman like her?”

12:17 PM

The butler stepped forward to support her, gently massaging her temples. As she recovered, she waved him off. Luckily, she had prepared a backup plan. Otherwise, Fraser would have driven her to her grave.

“Then let’s see if she’s truly worth your devotion. Listen to this recording.”

Fraser frowned and pressed play. It was a recording of Helen and Summer’s transaction. A woman’s voice came through clearly. “I don’t love him.”

The voice was emotionless, utterly devoid of warmth. But Fraser knew that this was Summer’s voice. His face darkened slightly, but there was no extreme reaction. Still, Helen noticed the way his fingers tightened around the recording device, knuckles turning white. And then, slowly, the corners of her lips curled upward. Her grandson Fraser had been raised at the pinnacle of the elite world since birth.