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."

swallow their pride?" Hamilton countered. "I've already set a date for the engagement party with them. How am I supposed to explain calling it off now? The Lewises

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

the rod, looking to

in, stopping the argument. “This is my fault, my responsibility. Mr. Watson, you needn't worry. I'll sort things out

entire burden, Hamilton had nothing more

permission, you're

"Mr. Watson, you misunderstand. Your opinion, and that of Tina's grandparents, means the

wind of the situation when Alfred called her. Until then, she had no idea that Phillip's "business trip" was actually a mission

to us on a silver platter My folks

turned upside down overnight. Sitting on a curb, phone in hand,

that I don't?