Chapter 92

Several days later, the atmosphere at Stewart family's residence was tense.

The butler's report barely finished when Norwood shot Nolan a look of pure fury, unable to hide his displeasure.

"So this is the incredible woman you want as your wife?"Norwood snapped.

Nolan squared his shoulders, refusing to back down as he locked eyes with Norwood. "Grandpa, I believe in her."

That calm response only fueled Norwood's outrage,causing him to break into a fit of coughing as his cheeks turned bright red.

"You believe in her? What good is your belief?"

Norwood's hand shook as he pointed accusingly at Nolan. "I won't accept a granddaughter-in-law with a stained reputation! You've always gone your own way,but this time, you must do as I say. End it with her!"

Nolan kept silent, his eyes flickering toward the butler for help.

Recognizing the cue, the butler moved quickly, gently patting Norwood's back to help him catch his breath.

Once Norwood had calmed down, Nolan returned his focus to him and spoke steadily. "Grandpa, she's my girlfriend. I'll handle things the way I see fit. Your health comes first, so please take care of yourself.I'll visit again in a few days."

Without waiting for a reply, he walked out of the house with purposeful steps.

"Why must you be so stubborn?" Norwood's anger boiled over as he slammed his cane on the floor.

He couldn't shake the feeling that the Stewart family was doomed to have someone put love above family honor.

Colson had done it once, and now Nolan was repeating the same mistake.

Norwood couldn't shake the fear that Nolan's downfall would eventually come at the hands of a woman.

At least he had guessed one thing correctly-Nolan always wore his heart on his sleeve.

When he fell for someone, it meant unwavering faith and loyalty, no matter the circumstances.

From the driver's seat, Erick glanced at Nolan in the rearview mirror and spoke carefully. "Mr. Stewart, was your grandfather upset with you?"

Nolan reclined against the plush seat, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Don't worry about it."

He had no interest in revisiting that sour conversation.

His mind was on Eleanor.

The Internet backlash was getting worse by the hour,and he wasn't sure she could manage the pressure on her own.

"Get a PR team to take down the trending topic right away," he instructed.

Erick paused, a troubled expression flashing briefly."Mr. Stewart, we can't make it disappear. The scandal is about taxes, and that's way out of our hands."

The news even included the official auction page as proof, making any attempts to hide it completely useless.

In fact, Erick had tried to block the story the moment it broke, but the effort had been in vain.

Standard PR tricks were completely useless in a situation like this.

The news left Nolan quiet, his usually cool gaze clouded with thought.

He stayed silent for a few seconds before giving a quiet order. "Stop the car here."

Dozens of reporters were waiting just outside the Stewart family's residence, and the moment the car rolled to a halt, they surged forward in a frenzy.

"Mr. Stewart, do you have any comment about Enigma's tax investigation?"

"Will your family block your engagement to Eleanor because of the scandal?"

"Are you planning to end things with Eleanor over this?"

"Mr. Stewart, can you give us your official response?"

Erick began to get out, ready to clear a path through the crowd, but Nolan held up a hand to stop him.

Without hesitation, Nolan got out and walked right into the sea of cameras and microphones.

Though his expression remained stern, a gentle warmth crept into his eyes as he spoke. "I believe in her.No matter what happens, my wife will only be her." Right then, the entire group of reporters instantly fell silent.

Even if they had heard Nolan say something similar in the past, the conviction in his voice this time left them speechless.

He was, after all, Nolan Stewart-the city's most striking and impossibly wealthy bachelor.

Eleanor might have been a renowned designer,but with Nolan's power and fortune, he could have chosen anyone he wanted. Why was he so obsessed with her of all people?

The more they tried to make sense of it, the more impossible it seemed.

As if that wasn't enough, Nolan delivered one last message, his voice unwavering. "Let me be clear: if anyone goes against her, they go against me."

He slid back into the car, leaving the press frozen in disbelief.

The reporters could already picture the chaos this story would unleash; the city's high-society women were bound to be devastated.

After all, casual flings were common, but true,unwavering loyalty from a man like Nolan was a rare n..thing.