Listening to Julian Keaton’s questioning, Mrs. Keaton became anxious.

She secretly kicked Julian Keaton, saying coldly, "What nonsense are you talking about? Hannah is such a good girl, so many men are fighting to marry her, and this silly girl is stubborn enough to only want to marry you. Consider yourself lucky!"

"Lucky?" Julian Keaton looked at his mother, his dark eyes filled with deep disappointment. "To treat my marriage as a transaction, only caring about how much benefit the woman I marry brings to the Keaton family’s business—is this what parents should do?"

Without waiting for Mrs. Keaton to reply, Julian Keaton continued, "And now, you even try to make me believe it’s a blessing?"

"Julian Keaton!" Mr. Keaton glared angrily, "Do you even know what you’re saying?"

"Julian!" Hannah Clayton became even more anxious.

She knew Julian Keaton didn’t like her.

But she also knew that as someone who values filial piety, he wouldn’t defy his parents’ orders.

As long as she became his wife and had a few children with him, she believed that one day he would be moved by her love.

"If you think there’s anything I haven’t done well, I can change!" Hannah Clayton said appeasingly, "I will like what you like, get used to your habits, treat your family as my own, and dedicate everything I have to you."

Julian Keaton lowered his eyes, sighing, "So, have I bought a maid?"

"Julian!" Eleanor Keaton shouted angrily, "Today is the engagement party. You’re here, which means you approve of it."

Listening to Eleanor Keaton’s words, the curve of Julian Keaton’s lips deepened, but it wasn’t a smile—rather, it was more sorrowful.

Julian Keaton looked at his furious father, his confused and displeased mother, his arrogant and capricious sister—the people he cared about and protected, yet all they had done was push him into misery.

"I was foolish before, thinking that the place I lived for so many years was truly home; thinking that the people I interacted with for so many years were truly family." Julian Keaton’s voice was deep and hoarse. "Now I’ve finally realized I was wrong."

"Julian." Mrs. Keaton said seriously, "Let’s discuss anything at home; don’t scare your Uncle Clayton and Hannah."

Julian Keaton sneered, even at a time like this, his parents were only concerned about not ruining the engagement party.

They didn’t even have a single thought to listen to his most genuine feelings.

"In the end, you chose Hannah among so many wealthy young ladies, surely because the Clayton family offended Caden, and currently struggling, using this method to seek a way out." Julian Keaton analyzed. "The Clayton family must have given significant benefits to the Keaton family, then knowing my good relationship with Caden, you want me to resolve the feud between the Clayton and Blake families, right?"

Everyone present looked at Julian Keaton, their expressions solemn.

Julian Keaton raised an eyebrow, lowering his eyes, "Uncle Clayton only has Hannah as his daughter. If I marry her, everything of the Clayton family will become an auxiliary to the Keaton family, while the Clayton family can use the prestige of the Keaton family to expand."

Julian Keaton shook his head, "Calculating back and forth, this seemingly happy marriage is nothing but trading my happiness for your contentment."

"Julian, I..."

"Hannah Clayton." Julian Keaton interrupted Hannah. "I lay it bare for you—I can’t possibly love you. You still want to marry me?"

"I do!" Hannah answered firmly, her eyes meeting Julian Keaton’s full of determination.

"And Uncle Clayton?" Julian Keaton asked. "Hannah is the treasure of your heart. After marrying me, predictably, she won’t be happy. You still insist on using her as an exchange for something?"