An hour later, at Ferguson Manor.
Peter and York got out of the car.
"Why did you drag me here for a family fight?" Peter grumbled.
York shot him a look but said nothing.
The butler hurried out to meet them. "Young Master, Mr. Peter, you're finally here. They've been at it for a while now. Please, try to calm things down."
York and Peter exchanged a glance before heading into the living room.
The atmosphere inside was heavy, and shattered glass littered the floor.
Old Mr. Ferguson sat in the main armchair, his face grim and silent. Sewell stood in the center of the room, his expression livid. Wendy was shielding Darleen, who was sobbing in her mother's arms.
When Wendy saw York and Peter arrive, she finally let Darleen go.
Peter's sharp eyes caught the red handprint on Darleen's cheek, and his own expression darkened.
"Mr. Ferguson," he said, "can't you talk things out? Darleen is a grown woman, yet you're still hitting her?"
Peter's defense only made Darleen cry harder.
She hid behind him, covering her face. "Peter, my dad slapped me twice! Waaaah!"
Peter wrapped an arm around her, patting her shoulder and whispering, "There, there, don't cry. When he's old, you can hide his reading glasses and serve him cold soup."
York heard Peter's muttering and shot him a sideways glance.
Sewell had always been hot-tempered. He pointed at Darleen. "Peter, you tell me! She's twenty-four! What's wrong with us choosing a marriage partner for her? Just look at the way she's acting!"
Peter forced a smile. "Mr. Ferguson, they say daughters take after their fathers. You have excellent taste, so I'm sure anyone Darleen chooses on her own will be just fine."
He pointed at York incredulously. "Am I wrong?"
"If she hadn't interfered back then," Sewell raged, "you would have married a daughter from one of the top families! You might have had several children by now instead of this mess!"
York's face was grim. He held back his anger for a long moment.
"Dad, I was the one who insisted on marrying Claudia. It had nothing to do with anyone else. The reason our marriage ended up this way is my fault."
"And when it comes to Darleen and me," York continued, "you weren't the only one who raised us. Mom has every right to have a say in our marriages."
Wendy hadn't expected her son to ever stand up for her like this.
Her eyes welled with tears as she pulled York back a few steps.
"York," she said, "since all three of you are here today, let me make myself clear. Your sister will choose her own husband. None of you will force her."

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