Leon Lynch looked at her righteously. "Mom, I'm the one looking for a wife, not you. What's wrong with her family background? Back then, Nora's family was on par with ours, so why weren't you willing to accept her? Hmm?"
"I just didn't like Nora Ainsworth as a person. Who knew she was adopted by Joel Chaucer and that her biological father was so rich? If I had known earlier..."
Leon Lynch snorted. "Don't use family background as a bargaining chip. Looks, education, family—I don't care about any of that. Right now, all I care about is the connection."
"Since when can you eat 'connections'? If it weren't for you going on and on about your 'connection' with Nora Ainsworth, I'd be holding my grandchild by now! Fine. Now you've finally decided you have no 'connection' with Nora Ainsworth, and you go and find someone like *this*. Are you trying to kill me with anger? In my opinion, she's not even as good as Maeve Sutton!"
