No matter if it was his tone of voice or the expression on his face, Thomas Fisher carried an undeniable sense of questioning and dissatisfaction, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Autumn York, as if trying to discern something immediately.
"You went to register your marriage with her?"
Autumn York directly ignored Thomas Fisher's questioning and his attitude of dissatisfaction with her, instead, she asked directly.
Thomas Fisher nodded and admitted without hiding anything, "We just got the marriage certificate."
If she hadn't believed Sophia Wood saying they registered their marriage earlier, now Autumn York had no sense of wishful thinking because she understood her son; if he said they did, then they did.
"Did you use your father's connections to get it?"
Without the household registration booklet, this was the only reason she could think of now.
