The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 150 – A Battle Against Identity
Chapter 150 - 150 – A Battle Against Identity
At the Yeats Family estate, tension filled the air as Alton glared fiercely at Marcia.
The confrontation was all because Marcia had broken her promise.
Alton sneered, "Marcia, you're a prominent figure in the province. That day, you made a solemn vow. But now—look at you. You broke it not long after. Don't you feel the slightest shame?"
Marcia remained unfazed. "Oh, really? Alton, then show me the evidence. When did I supposedly swear some poison oath? Because I sure don't remember."
She flat-out denied everything.
"You really are shameless," Alton snapped.
"Excuse me? Who the hell are you calling shameless?" Marcia's voice rose, clearly provoked.
"Whoever breaks their word deserves to be called shameless."
"Oh, so I broke my promise, did I? Then go ahead, Alton—repeat what I said that day. Let's see how I 'broke my promise.'"
"I thought you'd never ask. Marcia, let me help you recall it... vividly."
With a cold smile, Alton pulled out his phone and tapped a button. From the speaker, a recording played clearly:
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"Are you kidding? I'm not as blind as you. Even if I die, I will never let John enter my house!"
It was unmistakably Marcia's voice.
She hadn't expected Alton to record her.
Her face flushed with anger. "Alton, you sneaky, despicable bastard!"
"Oh, come on," Alton shot back. "You broke your word—why shouldn't I record it? What's wrong with a little backup evidence?"
Marcia crossed her arms and huffed, "Listen carefully. I said I wouldn't let John enter the Yeats house. I never said anything about my daughter going out. So tell me—how exactly did I break my promise? Hmm? How?"
She lifted her chin triumphantly like a rooster after a cockfight.
Alton was speechless for a moment, left with nothing but curses under his breath.
Who would've thought? Two of the most powerful figures in the province, squabbling like street vendors in a petty argument—all because of John.
The kicker? Neither of them was even directly involved.
Nick sat silently, completely baffled. Finally, in the brief lull between shouting matches, he spoke up with a sigh, "How about... we all just have a cup of tea?"
"No tea!" Marcia snapped. "I'm in a rush to visit my dear son-in-law in New York. I don't have time to sip tea!"
Clearly, she said it just to piss Alton off.
And it worked.
Alton was utterly fuming.
Marcia walked off victorious, leaving behind a stunned Alton, and more determined than ever to marry her daughter to Doctor John. This wasn't just about personal preference anymore—it had become a matter of clan honor.
John would've never guessed that his love life had escalated to the level of family pride.
Sorry, man.
After Alton left, Nick turned to Marcia with a bitter smile. "Madam, was all that really necessary? It's the younger generation's business. No matter how hard we push, it won't change the outcome."
"Why not?" Marcia said with a smirk. "I'm perfectly happy messing with Alton's mood. I like watching him suffer."
Nick sighed again, helpless.
Marcia began putting on makeup, and Nick couldn't help but ask, "Madam, are you going out?"
"I literally just said I was going to New York to see my good son-in-law. Where have you been?"
"I thought you were just saying that to rile Alton up..."
Marcia finished applying a bit of lipstick and straightened up. "Today, we're going to ask John when he can start your treatment. It's been a while—there should be some kind of update."
Although John had said the treatment would take three months, Marcia expected at least some progress—like maybe prepping herbs or setting up appointments. But so far? Nothing.
She was beginning to think he'd forgotten about it altogether.
Nick offered a gentle reminder, "Actually... it hasn't really been that long—"
Marcia shot him a glare.
He shut up immediately. Clearly, she was anxious.
Just as they were about to head out, the doorbell rang.
Marcia scowled. "Ugh. That must be Alton again. I didn't even finish scolding him earlier!"
She flung the door open aggressively, ready to unleash more venom—only to freeze.
"Justin?"
It was Justin.
He blinked in surprise as well. "Uncle, Aunt... Are you heading out?"
Nick gave an awkward smile. "Yes, we're going to visit Queenie."
Both he and Marcia looked uncomfortable.
The Yeats and Wood families had always been close, and as Queenie's elders, they couldn't just slam the door on Justin and tell him to back off. That would be cruel. Instead, they hinted gently—saying things like "let the young people figure it out"—hoping Justin would get the message.
Last time he'd visited to express interest in Queenie, Nick and Marcia had already tried to subtly discourage him. Justin was smart—he'd understood.
So why was he here again today?
He smiled, calm and polite. "Since you're going to see Queenie, why not let me come along? Don't worry—I know how to act. If Queenie really doesn't like me, I'll respect her decision."
Nick and Marcia exchanged a glance.
They couldn't bring themselves to refuse him outright—not after he said it so sincerely.
So Marcia nodded. "Alright. You can come to New York with us."
In truth, they felt bad for Justin.
It had been their idea to introduce Queenie to him. Now it had turned into a mess, and they weren't sure how to untangle it. They could only hope that Justin meant what he said—and would truly respect Queenie's wishes when the time came.
