Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Harry looked at Phillip and said, "Tina is utterly spoiled, a bit of a diva, really. But you, you're the mature one, grounded and meticulous in your ways. You two are a match made in heaven. That youngest son of the Lewis family? A total mess. Can't hold a candle to you. I've always favored you for Tina. Knowing you're there for her puts her grandmother and me at ease."

Hamilton couldn't sit still any longer.

"Dad, they're just kids, making kid mistakes. Are you really going along with this madness? We were the ones who called off the engagement last time. It was all over the news, a spectacle. Now if we backtrack, aren't we just slapping our own faces?"

Harry replied, "Reputation is just an external affair. You stirred up way more trouble when you were young, didn't see you fussing about how it looked then."

Hamilton fell silent.

Phillip chimed in, "I'll make it public that I pursued Tina, that it was all on me. You don't have to worry about any loss of face for the Watsons."

"And what about the Lewis family? Can they just swallow their pride?" Hamilton countered. "I've already set a date for the engagement party with them. How am I supposed to explain calling it off now? The Lewises aren't exactly pushovers."

Harry waved dismissively, "So they're tough, means I'm a pushover? Just because I'm retired doesn't mean I'm out of the picture. If they want to make trouble, they'll have to consider my stance first." "You're just pulling rank now. Even if they respect you outwardly, you think they'll just let it go?"

Before Hamilton could continue, Harry reached for the rod, looking to discipline him the old-fashioned way.

"I'll handle the Lewis family," Phillip cut in, stopping the argument. “This is my fault, my responsibility. Mr. Watson, you needn't worry. I'll sort things out with the Lewises."

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"This isn't about asking for our permission, you're just informing us," he finally said.

Phillip, however, insisted, "Mr. Watson, you misunderstand. Your opinion, and that of Tina's grandparents, means the world to me. Having your blessing would make Tina incredibly happy."

Tina only caught wind of the situation when Alfred called her. Until then, she had no idea that Phillip's "business trip" was actually a mission to Capital City to smooth over complications.

"He's really going out on a limb for you, handing over the Stonebridge project to us on a silver platter My folks couldn't find fault with him even if they tried. They adorehim more than me now."

Alfred's world had turned upside down overnight. Sitting on a curb, phone in hand, he felt betrayed by the entire world.

"What's he got that I don't? What do you see in him?"

Why do guys always have to compete?

Tina's mind was a mess, not in the mood for consolation. "Ever looked in a mirror?"

"...Okay, I'll give you that he's a bit more handsome, but you ladies are so shallow, always judging by looks." Alfred sounded dejected. "We were about to get engaged. My friends were all waiting to celebrate with me Dumping me now, where does that leave my dignity?"

"Why don't you try giving the Richardsons a massive project too? See if that wins me back."

Alfred choked on his words, "Yeah, right. You jogging?"

Tina hadn't taken anything with her, just ran to the airport and bought the next flight back to Capital City. She was in a rush, jogging toward security when she casually replied, "I'm flying." And with that, she hung up.