"Thank you."
Hearing the voice, the old Mr. Preston looked up across the table, staring at Ian Preston for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.
It had been a long time since the old man had laughed so heartily, his laughter was loud and clear.
"You kid."
The old man shook his head, as if thinking about something, and quickly restrained his laughter, saying to Ian Preston, "The future belongs to you and your wife, how you live is up to you."
"Even though I don't want the Preston family line to end, Thea has indeed had it tough these years."
"Pregnancy itself is already hard on a woman's body. Your grandmother had health issues during her confinement period and passed away a few years later."
That's why Ian Preston never got to meet his own grandmother.
Perhaps because of this, his father has always listened to the old man over the years, never even opposing arranged marriages.
