Greyson lifted his hand to stop Dylan and Hazel's argumentation. He looked at both of his children and was displeased with either of them.
Dylan stopped arguing with Hazel, but he didn't stop glaring at her while Hazel crossed her arms and leaned her body. She looked relaxed, but you couldn't miss how defiant her eyes were.
"Are you being like this to spite me?" Greyson put all of his attention on Hazel. "Do you think your mother will be happy with the way you act like this? You are going to be a mother yourself. You need to understand that."
"Give me a reason that makes sense for me to wear the wedding dress."
"That's your mother's inheritance."
"In that case, why don't you ask Dylan or Logan to wear it? They can wear it on their wedding day, too. I don't mind." Hazel shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.
Dylan looked like he wanted to give Hazel a piece of his mind, but one glance from Greyson was enough for him to hold back his tongue.
