In the end, Adrian Walker and his entire branch of the family had no choice but to lower their heads and offer a meek, thoroughly reluctant apology to Sophie Walker.
Their earlier arrogance had vanished completely, replaced by forced humility and visible unease.
Even the old patriarch—who had always carried himself with authority and pride—was compelled to swallow his dignity. After a long pause, he let out a quiet sigh and said, with evident reluctance:
“Sophie… this time, your grandfather was misled by false words. I wronged you. But we are family, after all. Don’t take it to heart.”
His tone was softer than anyone had ever heard before.
Not commanding.
Not authoritative.
But cautious—almost pleading.
“Mm… alright.”
Seeing that the old man had already lowered himself this far, S
