Won’t your conscience hurt for saying this?
James Shannon felt that his son had completely fallen when he heard "Fennie is very simple."
Simple?
The word "simple" definitely cannot be applied to Cecilia Branford.
As far as he knows, the woman named Cecilia is not simple. It’s not only her family background that’s complicated, but her personality as well.
"Charlie River." James Shannon lightly puffed out a smoke ring, saying with a faint smile, "Find a length of time to take him to see ophthalmology, he’s quite sick and needs treatment."
While speaking about him, he deliberately gestured with the hand holding the cigarette to the side at Thomas Shannon.
Charlie River sweated, "Mister, this..."
Even if he had a hundred guts, he wouldn’t dare!
Take Young Master to see ophthalmology, he fears that before even getting Young Master in the car, the Young Master would have already beaten his eyes to the point of needing an ophthalmology emergency visit.
Thomas Shannon coldly snorted, crushed out the cigarette butt, flicked it in his hand, forming a beautiful arc in the sky, and finally landing on the ground.
He turned around, looking at James Shannon, "Father, in my eyes, Fennie is the simplest woman. No matter what kind of misunderstanding you and Mother have about her, she will be your daughter-in-law later. So, for family harmony and for you to hold grandchildren sooner, regardless of any opinions you have about her, keep them inside heart."
Implicit meaning, if you want to hold grandchildren, keep your opinions about my woman to yourself.
She’s not only my woman, but also your daughter-in-law and mother to your grandson.
"Heh." James Shannon laughed softly, also turned his head, looking at this son who looks almost like himself in appearance, "Perhaps you’ve forgotten that your mother and I can still have children. Rather than holding grandchildren, why not hold another son or daughter? Thomas Shannon, what do you say?"
Thomas Shannon: "..."
Charlie River: "..."
Ginger is spicier when it’s old!
Young Master, you cannot win against Mister, just resign to your fate!
A son and daughter?
Thomas Shannon was stifled, not wanting to speak.
James Shannon chuckled lightly, patted Thomas Shannon’s shoulder, "Do as your mother says, don’t go against her, understood?"
Thomas Shannon: "..."
Can I not understand?
If not, would he then have a Little Brother or younger sister more than twenty years his junior?
James Shannon satisfactorily retracted his gaze, turned and went back to the castle.
"Why are you laughing?"
Thomas Shannon lowered his head to light a cigarette, and in his peripheral vision saw Charlie River, who was holding back a painful laugh, and couldn’t help but frown and ask.
"Cough cough." Charlie River choked a couple of times, then came to his senses, and said seriously, "Young Master, I wasn’t laughing."
Not laughing?
Thomas Shannon’s cold eyes sank, "Do you think I’m blind?"
"Young Master, I wouldn’t dare." Charlie River immediately shook his head, hastily denying, "Young Master, that’s not what I meant, I wasn’t laughing at you."
Thomas Shannon took a deep inhale of smoke, pointed at the fountain, "Stand on it."
"Young Master, I..." Charlie River’s face showed hesitation, looking at the fountain with difficulty.
"Stand on it!"
Thomas Shannon impatiently intensified his tone, Charlie River drooped his head, completely wilted, "Yes, Young Master."
Charlie River stood on the fountain, Thomas Shannon stepped back two steps, the corner of his mouth slightly hooked, "Jump."
"Young Master..."
"Jump!"
Charlie River pitifully turned his head, "Young Master, can I take out my wallet and mobile phone first?"
Thomas Shannon glanced at him sideways, "What do you say?"
That... that means no.