This is a matter concerning the family and the future! Your wife must be someone I approve of! She must be of equal social status, reliable, and steady. You can't just do whatever you want!"
"What a coincidence," Tristan leaned back in the chair, "I think the same way. I'm fine with the family's rules, responsibilities, and duties; I've never shirked them. But marriage? That's the one decision I will make myself, no discussion. No one will decide that for me."
Marcus Sterling was so angry that the veins on his forehead were throbbing and his temples were pulsing.
"You... Are you going to defy your elders? Are you trying to trample Sterling Family's dignity?"
Juliana Joyce rubbed her temples beside him.
"During the New Year, why do we need to argue? It's rare for the family to sit together for a meal, can't we talk peacefully? Do we have to act like enemies?"
Marcus glared at his son, his eyes filled with fury.
