Kyson was clearly frustrated.
He massaged his temples in exasperation.
âWhoâs going to be the father of the heir? Me or you?â
His question left the elders speechless.
âYou, of course.
Besides, weâre old and nearing retirement.
â
Kyson asked nonchalantly, âAnd whoâs getting married? Me or you?â
âYou.
â
âSo, should I be the one to choose my wife? I donât Like Miss Perez.
Do you understand?â
The elders remained silent.
Looking awkward, they sighed, and one of them said, âWe get your point.
We donât mean to interfere, but⦠Youâve been dismissing our suggestions for almost a year now, and other than Little Destinee, we havenât seen any other Lady around you.
Youâll end up alone at this rate!â
At that moment, Kyson pulled out a certificate from the inside of his jacket and tossed it onto the table.
âTake a look at this.
â
Confused, they picked it up to examine it.
âWhat? A marriage certificate? Really?â
âYou got married? When? With whom?â
Another man shouted urgently, âYouâre holding the marriage certificate! Donât ask himjust open it!â
This revelation took everyone by surprise.
Realizing what he held, the elder quickly unfolded the marriage certificate.
In the photo, the bride had smooth hair and bright eyes, her expression exotic and joyfully smiling.
In contrast, Kyson maintained a stoic expression, looking as if he had been coerced.
They then noticed the date on the marriage certificate.
Kyson had actually gotten married today! They were astonished.
They speculated whether Kyson had obtained the marriage certificate that very morning.
He had married suddenly and without their knowledge.
They stood there speechless, utterly at a loss for words.
Dulcie Burton was the brideâs name, originating from a country called Tuborg.
Tuborg? The Shaw family elders pondered silently, having never heard of this country before.
Kyson remained serene, which made them skeptical about the authenticity of the marriage certificate.