Cynthia was taken aback by Tristan's fierce defense of her. Her eyes were wide with surprise as she gazed at him. The words he had just spoken, "She is my wife, my only partner for life, and the future matriarch of the Ford family," echoed in her mind, stirring deep emotions within her.
Old Mr. Ford's eyes narrowed as he took in Tristan's words. His usually impassive face showed a hint of irritation before he turned his gaze to Cynthia, his eyes reflecting disdain and mockery. "We'll have to see if she can hold her ground."
The position of matriarch in the Ford family was not one that could be easily secured.
Tristan, with his long fingers, lifted the lid of his tea cup and casually stirred the floating tea leaves. "The position of matriarch belongs to her alone."