"You didn't ask, did you, Dad?"
"How could I have known anything if you hadn't said a word?"
"How could I possibly bring it up myself?" Mike countered.
The father and son, separated by a significant age gap, exchanged glaring looks.
In the end, Mike relented first. "Alright, Dad. I was wrong, okay?"
Matthew snorted coldly, turning his face away. His chest rose and fell, but his complexion had improved slightly. At least one concern was finally set aside.
Matthew turned his gaze back to Arnold.
Arnold fidgeted with the edge of the bed as he cautiously called out, "Grandpa..."
He thought Matthew would surely have something to say. Perhaps he would acknowledge that he had pushed too hard by forcing him into a marriage with Felicia.
Instead, Matthew simply closed his eyes and went back to sleep, ignoring him completely.
Arnold was left speechless.
"Grandpa, I was wrong. I shouldn't have defied your decision. I promise I'll comply with your wishes from now on. I won't resist marriage either as long as you stay healthy, okay?"
Matthew didn't say anything and only snorted.
"Grandpa, I mean it. Can you please trust me one more time? Grandpa..."
After several pleas, Arnold finally got Matthew to open one eye. "You promise you won't run away?"
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