“And seriously, why get married now? Wait at least until you’re 30. You have your whole life ahead of you. You just finished college—you should be thinking about your career.”
“Dad, but Emily is pregnant,” Jason argued.

Robert stopped and stared straight at his son.
Still just a boy, lanky like a teenager, with straw-blond hair and the faint beginnings of a mustache. And he dared to argue with his father?

“So what? Give her some money and let her do whatever she wants. Although, honestly, even that’s unnecessary—let her deal with her problems on her own.”

“We’ve got enough money and connections to make sure she doesn’t cause any trouble for us.”
“But she’s having triplets,” Jason insisted. “Three babies at once—how is she supposed to handle them alone, especially in the countryside?”

Robert’s loud outbursts made the windows tremble, and his voice echoed off the high ceilings of the room.
“That’s not our problem. I don’t want grandkids from some farm girl. Look at you—you’re young, smart, handsome. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you. You’ll have hundreds like her falling all over you.”