"Miss Norris, please pick a time."
Amos Smith held his son's hand, then leaned down close to the phone watch, deliberately leaving no way out for the other party.
"As for where we will live in the future, it's up to you, Miss Norris."
Bertha Haines was completely stunned. In her agitation, she didn't care if her son could hear and directly questioned Amos Smith.
"What do you mean!"
"Why did you suddenly change your mind? You clearly said before... you wouldn't marry me!"
Amos Smith glanced at his son indifferently and then replied.
"I changed my mind. For Bartley, I am willing to sacrifice my marriage. All parents in the world are the same. They want to give their children a complete family. Doesn't Miss Norris have the same thoughts?"
At this moment, Bertha Haines felt as if she was being roasted over a fire.
Yet she couldn't utter a single word of refusal.
"If Miss Norris picks a time, just let me know directly."
