Chapter 614

This time, it wasn't just Maya and Tristan who were stunned; Paige's mind was also buzzing.

When did the eldest Wilkinson daughter change her personality and start biting anyone she saw?

Was she rabid?

The guests stared at each other in shock.

What did she mean by that? Furthermore... the Wilkinsons and the Murphys had always minded their own business, and Rex was close friends with Rowan.

Why would they suddenly tear each other apart without any warning?

Tristan frowned and glared at Laurel. "What nonsense are you spouting? Apologize to Matriarch Paige right now!"

Although the Wilkinsons had subtly begun to surpass the Murphys in recent years, there was no need to make enemies.

Besides, Maya was dead set on marrying Rowan. Offending them like this...

Paige's face shifted between green and pale. She steadied herself before following up on his words. "Laurel, I don't understand what you mean. But considering your youth, I won't hold it against you."

She hastily stood up and looked at Tristan. "Since we are not welcome here, let's forget about the marriage for now. I'll take my leave..."

Maya had already become a public target. Finalizing a marriage at this juncture wouldn't destroy Rowan; it would ruin the reputation she had spent years building.

Besides, Laurel was clearly not someone to be trifled with.

She wanted no part of the Wilkinsons' muddy waters.

"You don't understand?"

Laurel seemed determined to air the Murphys' dirty laundry in public. Her voice was calm but forceful. "I mean your son does not have Murphy blood, and neither does your grandson. Is that clear enough?"

The entire room instantly exploded.

Did that mean the only true grandson of the Murphy family was Rowan?

Matriarch Paige had really played a wild game.

However, some people weren't entirely convinced. After all, the old lady might seem stern, but she was always proper.

She couldn't possibly have given the late Mr. Murphy such a massive green hat...

To have her darkest secret exposed in front of so many people...

Paige felt a metallic taste in her throat as her vision darkened. She only managed to stay standing by leaning on Slate.

Her chest heaved violently as she glared fiercely at Laurel. "I'm only letting this go out of respect for your grandfather, yet you insist on spreading rumors. What proof do you have that my son and grandson aren't of Murphy blood?"

If this were proven true, both she and Slate would completely lose their power.

She wouldn't allow that to happen.

She was certain Laurel couldn't prove it.

As long as she vehemently denied it, no one could do a thing.

Unexpectedly, Laurel didn't fall into her trap. She merely smiled. "Why would I need proof? Shouldn't you I be the one pulling out a DNA test between State and Rowan or anyone in the Murphy family to prove I'm just spreading rumors?" Cóntent

"You!"

Paige's blood pressure spiked, her hands clenched into tight fists. "This is our family's business. Rowan hasn't even said a word, so it's hot the place for an outsider to interfere

The more she spoke, the more panicked she became.

Having lived for decades, she never thought she would stumble time and again

because of these younger generations.

First Rowan, then Jesse, and now Laurel.

She almost forgot about that troublemaker Elissa.

Rowan and his friends were like mad dogs, biting whenever they opened their

mouths. As for Elissa, she was deceptively malicious.

"I think Laurel's suggestion is excellent."

Suddenly, a sharp, cold voice drifted in from a distance.

Everyone turned to see Rowan striding forward in a black cashmere coat.

His face was icy, showing absolutely no surprise at the situation.

In fact, it looked entirely expected.

With that, there was no need for a DNA test. Everyone in the room already had their answer...