Korbyn and Mark reached an agreement regarding Rena and Waylen's marriage. However, they were then inevitably obliged to discuss other matters.

As their conversation delved deeper, the butler approached with a grave expression.

"Sir, there is a Mr. Coleman here to visit. He claims to be Miss Rena's father."

Upon hearing this, Mark set down his teacup.

He smiled.

“Isn't my brother-in-law laid to rest in the earth? Has he heard about the wedding and miraculously risen from the dead?”

Mark indeed possessed a sharp tongue. Korbyn coughed discreetly, silently praying for Lyndon.

Mark then granted entry to Lyndon.

After a brief interval, Lyndon arrived accompanied by Ann, bearing gifts.

Mark smiled.

"One does not visit without a purpose. Mr. Coleman, why have you found the time to visit my home today?"

Lyndon always felt a sense of shame in Mark's presence.

Typically, Lyndon didn't dare to set foot in the Evans' residence.

However, today Lyndon had to assert himself. After careful contemplation, he proposed, “Waylen and Rena's marriage has been decided. My mother and I have a single request. Let Rena marry from the

Coleman family, and we shall arrange the dowry. Furthermore, if she bears a second child in the future, I hope. I wish for the child to bear the Coleman surname.”

Korbyn found it difficult to endure these ridiculous words.

However, he remained silent, allowing Mark to speak.

Mark had always maintained an air of gentility and elegance, but it was all a facade. He didn't even bother pretending before someone unworthy like Lyndon. Instantly, he lost his temper and shouted, "Oh, shut the fuck up! What do the Evans family's descendants have to do with you?"

Lyndon produced a DNA test report.

In a hoarse voice, he uttered, “Rena is my child with Reina. No one can alter this fact."

Mark sneered.

Pointing at Lyndon, Mark rasped, “How much is DNA worth? Let me ask you, Lyndon... Did you spend any money on Rena? Did you cradle her in your arms as a child? Allow me to enlighten you-it was Darren and