Ellison And Joycelyn: A Love Beyond The Rules

Chapter 250 73% Aaron gritted his teeth in anger. "They didn't even invite us for offerings, yet they expected us to give blessings to Joycelyn?" "Dad, keep your voice down," Gavin urged, speaking in a tone of concern.

Lily's eyes burned with anger as she glared at the elegant figure of Joycelyn in the family chapel. "None of us have been included! Why does she, a commoner, deserve it?" In that moment, her hatred for Joycelyn reached its peak.

As an elder, Aaron could at least understand the significance of the genealogy. Not only had he never been included in it, but even his mother had never been granted entry, despite their past status.

Genealogy had a value beyond mere status; without it, one was not considered part of the Grant family and was not even on the slevel as the servants.

As long as one was part of the Grant family, one could benefit from its vast enterprises. Even the most insignificant member received millions annually, and future generations continued to benefit from the family's protection and resources. This longstanding tradition lasted over a century.

Once Joycelyn joined the Grant family, any children she had, regardless of gender, would be the first in line for inheritance. She would also have inheritance rights, inheriting the family's vast fortune and numerous global assets.

The older generation would have to defer to the wishes of the young couple. At that point, any attempts to divide the Grant family's wealth would be impossible-unless this entire family branch was wiped out.

"A family genealogy entry is a significant matter. Only daughters-in-law expecting children can be added to the records." Aaron stepped forward respectfully before gently advising, "This has been the Grant family's tradition for over a century. Besides, it seems the newlyweds haven't held a wedding ceremony yet." "The Grant family's century-old tradition prohibits keeping secondary partners, but that didn't stop your mother from shamelessly giving birth to you. Besides, I'm in charge of the Grant Group now. Anyone have a different opinion?" Ellison stood tall and composed in the chapel, one arm wrapped around Joycelyn while the other rested casually in his pocket. His every movement exuded an air of nobility and authority. As his sharp gaze swept across the room, an icy chill settled over everyone present, silencing them instantly.

The Grant family's prestigious status wasn't merely the result of a century-old legacy-Ellison's ruthless prowess in political and business arenas secured their unshakable position. His unwavering strategies maintained the family's dominance and cemented his role as a prominent leader among the four great families.

"With Mr. Grant making an exception, I'd like to take the liberty of presenting a small request to everyone," Aaron said with a humble smile, adopting a petitioning stance.

"Our family is willing to offer half of the precious heirlooms left by the late Mr. Grant in hopes of securing a spot in the genealogy for my late mother. I earnestly request Mrs. Grant's and Mr. Grant's approval." "Most of the grandpa's collection has likely been sold off by you already." Ellison narrowed his eyes at him, his gaze as sharp and cold as a blade.

Aaron lowered his head even further, his posture growing increasingly humble. "I'm ashamed to admit it," he said softly. "Our family has failed to make anything of ourselves. We've had to rely on the heirlooms to get by." "You can return his belongings, but you cannot trade them," Ellison said, his tone icy. "The Grant family has no use who can't make something of themselves." The message was clear-stay away.

those Aaron's face grew pale, and the words caught in his throat, unable to form a sound. "Mr. Grant..." he murmured, unable to continue.

"Don't think I'm unaware of the little schemes you've been pulling behind the scenes these years." Ellison's voice was as cold 1/3 11:18 Mon, 10 Ma Chapter 250 as frost. The Grant Group is not easy to infiltrate or dividef" The words struck like a heavy blow, landing on Aaron and his entire family squarely. Aaron's heart tightened as he thought to himself that there was no way Ellison could know about his covert actions. But he dared not push further, so he reluctantly retreated.

The Grant family members stood at the edges, their breaths noticeably quieter, none daring to defy Ellison. It was the authority he had spoken of-within the Grant family, his word was absolute.

Joycelyn let out a long sigh. If it weren't for his ability to intimidate everyone, the people here would have torn each other apart with their words.

"Does anyone here object to my wife being added to the family genealogy? If so, feel free to speak up," Ellison said calmly, his gaze sweeping across the room again.

"There seems to be no objections from anyone. You can make the decision," Ellison's aunt, Averi Grant, said with a feigned kindness.

"Grandma, please begin,” Ellison said as he wrapped his arm around Joycelyn and walked to the mat in the center of the chapel. The couple were on their knees, attentively listening as Isolde read aloud the family teachings of the Grant family.

The couple sat upright, their posture impeccable. In such an ancient and solemn setting, they emanated an air of cold, untouchable elegance, as though carrying the weight of tradition from past to present. On the soft mat, Ellison held Joycelyn's hand gently but firmly.

The phrase that left the most profound impression on Joycelyn was: "Hearts united, love everlasting, a couple of one heart, devoted and unwavering."

After listening to the family teachings, they began their offerings.

Joycelyn's position was formallyn declared to the entire family, much like the revered figurehead of a traditional household. From that moment on, everyone was required to offer their blessings as a sign of respect. "Do the elders also have to offer us their blessings?" Joycelyn asked nervously, sitting in the grand chair and glancing at Ellison beside her.

Ellison held her hand, his fingers lightly pressing into her palm. "It's just a formality, to give more weight to your title as Mrs. Grant," he explained.

"But we're the younger generation," she replied. She thought it was inappropriate for elders to offer blessings to the younger generation.

"This is their way of showing respect for you," Ellison reassured her. He spoke no sooner than his aunt and her entire family approached, offering blessings. The gesture, accompanied by well-wishes, confirmed Joycelyn's position in the household. The elders led the way, her peers acknowledged her, and the younger generation followed with respect. Joycelyn naturally maintained an air of grace, smiling as she returned everyone's gestures of respect.

It was much like the toasts at their wedding, except this time, everyone was mainly reserved due to Ellison's status.

Finally, it was Aaron's family's turn. He had a son, Gavin, a daughter, Lily, and two grandchildren around five or six years old.

"Mrs. Grant, please accept our blessings," Aaron said respectfully, offering his well-wishes with a drink. Despite his ag lower's status, he had to maintain a 90-degree posture. His words cquickly, and soon, the hands of his family holding the cups began to redden from maintaining the position. Joycelyn glanced at Ellison, who was sitting beside her. Thinking he had probably swapped the drink for a freshly brewed, scalding hot cup.

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