Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1361

Chapter 1361: He’s our son

[LAST NIGHT IN THE DAVIS RESIDENCE]

Silence reigned in the dining room; not a single word was spoken among the family of three.

"Break off your engagement."

The thick silence shattered with Mrs. Davis’s remark. "Finn, we are not allowing you to marry into that family, even if Zoren Pierson himself is now part of it."

Mr. Davis nodded. "Finn, all these years, your mother and I have let you make decisions for yourself because we trust you. However, this is the time we must intervene. Nina, the Bennets, and the Cortezes are not good for you."

Finn didn’t respond—not because he was reconsidering, but because he was observing his parents. "You left me alone because you trust me?" he repeated quietly. "I didn’t know my parents trusted me so much that they left me to fend for myself at one."

"Finn!" Mrs. Davis’s voice erupted in a mild shout.

"This is exactly what your mother and I are talking about," Mr. Davis frowned. "Look at you, talking back to your parents."

"You weren’t like this before, Finn." Concern flickered in Mrs. Davis’s eyes as she sighed. In their minds, Finn’s change in behavior was entirely due to Nina and her family’s influence. Otherwise, their one and only son wouldn’t be treating them this way. "Just look at us. Can you really accept treating us like this? Since that dinner, your father and I have barely been able to sleep out of frustration."

"You are not young anymore, Finn," Mr. Davis added. "You should understand that we only want what’s best for you. And Nina isn’t what’s best."

"And who do you think is best for me?" Finn shot back. "Cassandra? Why? Because of her family?"

"The Smiths have always been close to us," Mrs. Davis replied, making no effort to hide her thoughts about Cassandra. "But more than that, she’s a good influence on you."

She sighed and reached out to hold Finn’s hand. "Finn, you and Cassandra grew up together. You already know each other. Besides, Cassandra is a fine young woman—established, from a respectable family, and beautiful. If you just reconsider, we can talk to the Smiths about the engagement. You were young when you broke it off, so we could say you didn’t know better."

Finn ran his tongue across the inside of his cheek as he glanced at his mother’s hand. When he lifted his eyes to meet hers, he asked just one thing: "Did I ever matter to you, Mom?"

"Of course, Finn." Mrs. Davis let out a weak laugh. "You are my son—that’s why I’m doing this. That family... they just—lack class, Finn. I think Nina is a nice girl, but niceness isn’t enough."

"That’s right." Mr. Davis nodded. "Nina might be nice, but if she marries you, she becomes your wife—the wife of the next head of the Davis family. And being nice won’t cut it. We need someone like Cassandra to bring balance to the family."

"Cassandra and I..." Finn trailed off, unable to finish the thought.

It wasn’t that he didn’t know what to say—it was that their words made it painfully clear how little they considered his feelings. They could claim they wanted the best for him, but all he could hear was business.

He didn’t want to compare, but after just one night with the Bennets and Cortezes, he realized that business was rarely discussed at their table. And never had he heard Charles or Allison dictating to their children whom they should marry.

Perhaps before, he would have understood his parents. But after everything—after two lifetimes—it was clear that they had never changed.