Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Harry looked at Phillip and said, "Tina is utterly spoiled, a bit of a diva, really. But you, you're the mature one, grounded and meticulous in your ways. You two are a match made in heaven. That youngest son of the Lewis family? A total mess. Can't hold a candle to you. I've always favored you for Tina. Knowing you're there for her puts her grandmother and me at ease."

Hamilton couldn't sit still any longer.

"Dad, they're just kids, making kid mistakes. Are you really going along with this madness? We were the ones who called off the engagement last time. It was all over the news, a spectacle. Now if we backtrack, aren't we just slapping our own faces?"

Harry replied, "Reputation is just an external affair. You stirred up way more trouble when you were young, didn't see you fussing about how it looked then."

Hamilton fell silent.

Phillip chimed in, "I'll make it public that I pursued Tina, that it was all on me. You don't have to worry about any loss of face for the Watsons."

set a date for the engagement

"So they're tough, means I'm a pushover? Just because I'm retired doesn't mean I'm out of the picture. If they want to make trouble, they'll have to consider my stance first." "You're just pulling rank now. Even if they respect you outwardly, you think they'll

continue, Harry reached for the rod, looking to discipline him

cut in, stopping the argument. “This is my fault, my responsibility. Mr. Watson,

burden,

our permission, you're just

and that of Tina's grandparents, means the world

her. Until then, she had no idea that

a limb for you, handing over the Stonebridge project to us on a silver platter My folks couldn't find fault with him even if they

upside down overnight. Sitting on a curb, phone in hand, he felt betrayed by

don't?