"They're doing this on purpose." Ethan Seymour got more and more annoyed the more he thought, "I thought they were picking a day for James, yet they didn't mention anything. Even when we arrived at the Imperial Hotel, they didn't say a word—they simply wanted our family of three to lose face."
How could his parents treat him like this?
Charlotte Reed lowered her head in distress and said, "Maybe it's all because of me. If it weren't for me, the bride they chose for you wouldn't have passed away. It's normal for them to have opinions about me."
"And me." James Reed chimed in to admit fault, "If it weren't for me, Dad might love my big brother a bit more."
"What does it have to do with you both?" James Reed cursed angrily. He looked at his wife and son, both so considerate and understanding, such good people, yet how couldn't his parents see it?
Is it just because he didn't like the bride they picked for him?
Are they concerned for him or are they trying to control him?
