Chapter 691: Chapter 691

Chapter 691:

Worn out by the evening’s emotions, she briefly chatted with the Sanderson family before retiring to Harlee’s room for the night.

Meanwhile, after concluding a phone call and catching up on recent events, Lonnie walked into the living room to find Clint sitting alone on the couch. Surveying the room and noticing Harlee’s absence, he inquired, “Has Harlee gone to see Rhys again?”

With a slight nod, Clint replied, “Rhys is handling the rest.

Harlee might have gone to check on the situation.”

Lonnie picked up on Clint’s subtle attempt to cover for Harlee and Rhys’ tryst. With a simple phone call, he could acquire all the necessary information.

Was it necessary for Harlee to check on the situation personally? Surely, Clint was keeping something from him. Yet, Lonnie, holding his pride dear, chose not to confront the issue. Instead, he sat down across from Clint, his voice calm yet pointed.

“Is there something you need to tell me?”

Clint met Lonnie’s gaze, his voice filled with sincerity.

“Dad, Tiffany hails from a humble village.

Her upbringing isn’t like ours, and frankly, her accomplishments might not align with the high standards of the Sanderson family.

But she has my heart. I’m seeking your blessing because I love her, and I wish to marry her.

Can we set aside the business alliances and just consider my happiness?”

Lonnie’s brow furrowed, displeased.

He could tell Clint had feelings for Tiffany.

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His displeasure, however, stemmed from a different concern.

He had never mandated that his children marry for business reasons.

Lonnie replied, his tone softening.

“When did I ever insist that my children marry for business?” Clint asked, a hint of frustration in his voice.

Clint, taken aback, blurted out, “What?” His face mirrored his confusion.

Lonnie tapped his fingers on the table, his voice firm.

“I said no because she hasn’t even agreed to your proposal, yet here you are, seeking my blessing as if it’s a done deal. What’s the meaning of this?”

Clint, his face splitting into a wide grin, threw his arms around Lonnie’s leg, much like a toddler might.

“I knew you were the best…”

“You’re not a child anymore, Clint.”

“This isn’t the way to handle things, is it?” Lonnie chided, feigning a shove at Clint’s head, though a twinkle of amusement lit up his eyes.

Despite the mock reprimand, a smile lingered on Lonnie’s lips.

His relationship with his children had become too formal over the years, and spontaneous warmth had become rare since they had grown up.

Lonnie’s hand hesitated for a moment before softly landing on Clint’s head, his fingers affectionately tousling his hair.

“I won’t meddle in your choices. The Sandersons don’t require a daughter-in-law of any particular standing. Just make sure she’s a woman of good character, and your mother and I will have no objections.”

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