He was still dressed in casual clothes, sitting beside Lily Harper, both of them in matching outfits that screamed “couple.”
Grinding my teeth, I demanded, “Give me a phone. I want to call him myself.”
“Eric, I swear I’ll tell him everything that’s happening today.”
Eric hesitated.
But Lily came over, sighing softly. “Sophia, please stop making trouble. You know if Eric doesn’t marry you, Grandpa won’t let him inherit the family fortune. Why are you pushing him so hard? He’s already so pitiful.”
Her words stunned me, and a wave of ice washed over my heart.
So Eric had never loved me. He only pursued me to secure his inheritance.
Eric’s face darkened at her slip. He snapped, “Sophia Bennett, no wonder you’re acting out today. You must’ve heard about this and thought you could use it to blackmail me?”
He turned angrily to the bodyguards. “Forget her status—just finish the ceremony. If she resists, teach her a lesson!”
Just then, someone at the doors exclaimed, “Mr. Collins Senior is here!”
A moment later, a dozen bodyguards filed in, escorting Robert Collins, leaning on his cane.
Eric’s expression faltered, and he hurried forward, calling out, “Grandpa.”
Robert gave him a faint nod.