"Grandma, just give me a little more time!" Ivy Holden said coaxingly, clinging to Hazel Sterling's arm.
"You're busy all day with useless things when you should be properly taking over the Zimmers Group. The Morrisons are no pushovers. If you don't like Jensen Morrison, then so be it. But if you do, having the Zimmers Group in hand will give you more leverage."
"That's... completely unrelated!"
"Love can be reckless. But for marriage, you need to be on equal footing."
"I don't want to marry him..." In truth, in this life, Ivy Holden didn't want to get too deeply entangled with anyone, especially not Jensen Morrison. Ever since she'd dreamed of her past life—of Jensen growing old and alone while guarding her grave—she was even more determined not to drag him down with her.
Hazel Sterling just smiled and said no more. 'My granddaughter is still young,' she thought. 'It's fine if she can't sort out her own feelings. As her grandmother, I can be the gatekeeper for her.'
