Meanwhile, Flint couldn't enjoy his breakfast without his fiancée in the house. He desperately hoped his father would defend Carabella, but he didn't say anything. Could it be that his father was also against this marriage? Flint hated the way his family controlled his life. If he had been born into a normal family, would he have been able to marry Carabella without all this hassle? All he could do now was exhale weakly.
"Flint, what's wrong with you?" Linda scolded, grinning at her son.
Flint immediately put his spoon and fork down roughly. "Mother, why did you go to this extent? Carabella was innocent. Why can't I defend her?"
"Now I want to ask you a question. Do you want to defend a thief? She's the one who stole all my jewelry! Why do you still want to defend her?!"
"Linda, just stop it!"
