Joyce snapped back angrily, “Carey Stoermer, it’s not your place to berate my man!”

“Enough!”

Zayn had finally spoken. He looked towards Kazim and Carey and said, “I know you’re unwilling to do this from the bottom of your hearts, but everything is for the sake of the bigger picture! Just now, the uncle of Tristan spoke of this with me. Daya will need to marry Tristan, or the Missouri Colemans will flatten the Michigan Stoermers and take her by force… Daya, for the sake of the family, I have wronged you!”

Then, he sighed and said to Xyla, “Xyla, please persuade Daya.”

Having said that, he turned and left.

There was no light on his face, only a dull look.

As for Joyce, she smiled and said, “Third sister, don’t feel too bitter about it. Isn’t it just a nephew? One that wasn’t anything special in the first place. Tristan is a proud son of the heavens. Even if he eats dung every hour, that isn’t anything to be bothered about. He’s still a son to be proud of! On the other hand, your