Nicholas Morrison's aged face suddenly froze, his lifeless eyes filled with disbelief.
Nolan Morrison smiled, "Father, I understand what you mean, you hope to see me marry and have children. I came back this time to ensure you have no regrets."
Nicholas's hand suddenly tightened around Nolan's, his strength unexpectedly increasing, "Who... who?"
Nolan's hand hurt from the grip. This Old Man was so ill, it was hard to imagine he could still muster such strength.
He smiled, his expression unchanged, and continued to smile lightly, "She is a good Young Lady. You have to trust your Son's judgment. Tomorrow, I'll bring her to meet you, and you will surely like her very much."
Nicholas's face was already poor and suddenly became even worse. He gasped like a fish thrown on the ground from the water, desperately trying to breathe, taking in less air and expelling more. He strained, "No... no."
