The Cherished Wife by Chweety

"Mom!" Bob cut her off, his eyes narrowing, a trace of annoyance flickering through them. "I know what I'm doing. Cascade City can wait. It's mine, anyway. Are you really worried I won't be able to handle it?" "Alright then!" Yitty pressed her lips together and placed her glass on the table.

Bob realized that this was a conversation where he and Yitty would just go around in circles. "You should get some rest, Mom. I'll head out now."

Once he stepped out of Yitty's tastefully decorated room, Bob dialed Sean's number. "What have you been up to today?"

Sean had just gotten home and was about to crash when his phone buzzed with Bob's call. The tone was pure interrogation. He quirked an eyebrow and replied, "What could I possibly have done? I went to see Noelle, just like you asked, didn't I?" Bob squinted suspiciously. "What did you tell Jade? She's called my mom, and she's absolutely livid!"

taken aback. "That woman... Well, I didn't really say much. But you wouldn't believe it-she's pressuring me to marry Noelle right now, this instant. No, scratch that, she's pressuring you, Bob! I can't agree to that, can I?" Bob's frown deepened. Things were unfolding just as he had

you're the one who made the deal with Charles, not me. And it's you she wants to set up, not me!" Sean grumbled,

on!" Bob's voice turned frosty. "You know how I am. I'm a Jones, and you're a Smith. Remember, the Smith legacy

it, okay?" Sean groaned, feeling cornered. "Sometimes I wonder if I owe you and Charles from a past life or something, the way you guys keep hounding me." He clenched his jaw in frustration. "Anything else, or can I finally catch

a moment before he finally headed downstairs. He bumped into Sean's dad, Harrison Smith, who let out a weary sigh. "If Sean had even a smidge of your drive, I wouldn't be half as worried. You're not planning on leaving again soon, are you,

getting on in years, and so are you. It's gonna fall to Sean and me eventually, but Sean's not exactly jumping at the chance, which leaves me

all the good it did them. Children of other families would claw at each other for a piece of the pie of the family's fortune, but his own kin seemed to run from it.