Rosalie was stunned and her face stiffened. She turned pale and then red, and she looked very bitter.
The belief that she had insisted on in her heart seemed to have collapsed without warning. It was so sudden and it smashed right in front of her.
She couldn't believe it. She frowned and asked, stuttering, "Heinz, w-who are you going to marry?"
Heinz maintained his proper manners and he was polite and generous. He looked calmly at Rosalie and even smiled slightly. "Aunt Brooks, the one I'm marrying is Grace."
Although Rosalie was mentally prepared, she couldn't hold back her shock when she heard his confirmation. "You want to marry that woman?"
Heinz didn't say anything. He didn't like Rosalie's rude behavior, but he endured it because of basic courtesy. He was trying to behave like a gentleman.