The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

"She’s still a minor! You’re an older man, having thoughts about a minor girl..."

"..."

"Shameless! Disgusting!"

Aaron Faber was angered by Sienna Johnson’s scolding, yet he couldn’t do anything about it.

"Yes, I’m older than her. Just because I’m older, does that mean I can’t like her? What’s the logic in that? I didn’t expect you to be such an unreasonable person!" Aaron Faber retorted, fiercely arguing with Sienna Johnson.

"This is the logic of the Johnson Family! I’m not going to waste words with you. Get out! If you dare to come to our Johnson Family again, don’t blame me for being rude!"

Sienna Johnson said to Adrian Desmond, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and kick him out!"

Aaron Faber still wanted to argue with Sienna Johnson, but Adrian Desmond grabbed his shoulder and warned, "My wife is pregnant. If you upset her, don’t ever think about marrying Samara Johnson in this lifetime!"

Aaron Faber, like a balloon suddenly deflated, quieted instantly, and Adrian led Aaron out.

The room was left with only the mother and two daughters.

Pauline Briggs, frightened by Sienna Johnson’s anger, softly said, "Your sister spoke out of turn. Don’t take it to heart. She’s still young and doesn’t understand the relationships between men and women.

She says she likes Adrian, but it’s definitely not the kind of like you’re thinking of... I’ve already scolded her, so don’t be angry with her."

Sienna Johnson ignored Pauline, looking at Samara on the bed, and asked just one question, "Do you want to die?"

"..."

"Speak up!"

Samara Johnson trembled at her sister’s shout, not daring to say a word. Pauline Briggs held her younger daughter and said, "Don’t scare her, she knows she’s wrong."

"Samara Johnson, I’m asking you, do you want to die?"

Samara looked at her usually loving sister, now so fierce, so terrifying, and started crying, "You all don’t like me anymore, what’s the point of living?"

Sienna Johnson slapped Samara’s face again, scolding, "If others don’t like you, you just go and die, is that it?"

"..."

"Why is your life so cheap!"

"Sister, I didn’t want to snatch brother-in-law from you. I don’t want to get married; I just want to stay home forever. So, when they asked me to get married, in a moment of confusion, I said I liked my brother-in-law." Samara whimpered pitifully.

"Sienna, don’t hit your sister anymore, she knows she’s wrong," pleaded Pauline Briggs for her daughter.

"I’m hitting her not because she said she liked Adrian. I’m hitting her because she doesn’t cherish her own life.

Just because of a few words from others, you’re considering death? Life is full of hardships and setbacks, and whenever you encounter a little trouble, you think about dying?"

"..."

"If everyone was like you, no one would want to live!"

"Grandma scolded me, mom scolded me, Curly doesn’t like me, and sister hates me too. What’s the point of living..." Samara complained.

Sienna Johnson looked at her sister, so beautiful, so young, so pure, yet so fragile, like an exotic orchid raised in a greenhouse, unable to withstand any storm.

She placed her hand on Samara’s head. Samara thought she was going to hit her again, shrank back but didn’t dare dodge, closing her eyes, seeming to brace for Sienna’s slap, which made Sienna feel sad inside.

Sienna sighed, "With your temperament, what will you do when you get married?"

Upon hearing this, Samara cried again, "I don’t want to get married!" Samara hugged her sister, "Sister, I don’t want to get married, I want to stay home forever..."

"Stop crying."

"I won’t cry, don’t be mad at me." Samara obediently responded.

Pauline Briggs looked at her two daughters. The elder daughter was strong-willed, while the younger was soft and indecisive, which worried her more.

"Sienna, your sister knows she was wrong, forgive her this once."

"Samara Johnson, you need to be stronger, braver. If you stay like this, what will become of you?"

With a confused expression, Samara asked, "Sister, are you not going to care for me anymore?"

"The people around you will leave you one by one. As you walk your path, you’ll find that in the end, you’ll be alone. So, you need to be stronger, braver..."

Samara’s upbringing was completely different from Sienna’s. Sienna couldn’t demand her sister be like her, able to rise courageously from any hardship, but Samara’s reaction to a small setback, wanting to die, still shocked Sienna.

What will happen to her if she continues like this?

"Sister, I will be stronger, braver, please don’t dislike me. I will never like brother-in-law again. Waaa..."

Sienna said, "You’re my sister, my dear sister, how could I not like you."

"..."

"I hit you just now because you didn’t cherish your life. Your life isn’t just yours; how can you be so willful?

If you died, I, mom, grandma, Curly... all the people who love you would be heartbroken and sad.

Samara, do you understand?" Sienna’s tone softened, and Samara nodded repeatedly.

"No matter what happens in the future, don’t ever think of dying, do you hear me?"

"I know, I know, don’t be mad at me anymore."

Pauline Briggs interceded for her daughter, "She knows she was wrong, forgive her this once."

Samara nodded, "Mm, mm, I will definitely not commit suicide again!"

Sienna touched the mark on her face and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Samara gasped from the pain. It certainly hurt, but Samara didn’t dare say so, "It doesn’t hurt."

"How can it not hurt?"

Sienna had someone bring an ice pack for her to apply. Compared to the weak mother, Samara depended more on her sister.

Pauline Briggs was overjoyed to see the sisters making up, crying tears of joy on the side.

"Sister, it doesn’t hurt anymore," Samara whispered.

Sienna looked at her sister and thought of Aaron Faber still waiting outside the door, then asked, "What’s the deal with you and Aaron Faber?"

Innocently, Samara replied, "He said he likes me and wants to marry me."

"And what about you? Do you want to marry him?" Sienna asked, worried about any possible affair between her sister and Aaron Faber.

Samara shook her head, "Noah is so good, and I don’t even want to marry him, so how could I marry Uncle Aaron."

Noah, Uncle Aaron?

Aaron Faber outside felt his heart grow cold.

Noah was older than him, yet in Samara’s mind, Noah was a brother, and he was an uncle.

"Sister, is it possible that I don’t have to get married?" Samara tentatively asked.

"Why don’t you want to get married?"

Samara squirmed, unwilling to say.

"Do you really like your brother-in-law and want to marry him?"