"She's not her father," Axel said quietly but firmly.
"I didn't say she was."
Andrew studied him carefully.
"But you realize what this means? The business world will talk. People will make assumptions. So, have you told your father?"
"No," Axel said simply.
Andrew frowned.
"You should have."
Axel's voice was calm, steady. "Grandpa, I don't need his approval to love and marry my wife."
That silenced Andrew for a moment.
Andrew Knight finally sighed and leaned back against his chair.
"You always did things your own way."
"And it worked out well, didn't it?"
A reluctant smile tugged at the corner of Andrew's mouth.
"It seems so. She's a lovely woman, Axel. Intelligent. Warm. And I can see she adores you in her own way. Smart and elegant way."
"I adore her too," Axel said softly. "More than I ever thought I could. Probably more than her."
Andrew studied his grandson for a long moment, then nodded. "Then... that's all that matters."
