Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 952

“Emmanuel, you will soon understand in the future that in this world, people are always more important than money!”

After the scolding, Terence seriously continued, “Money is merely an external thing. Of course, it’s better to have it than not, but the significance of a person cannot compare to money! Without family and love, a person lacks support and becomes a lonely ghost in this world.”

“Fallen leaves will eventually return to their roots. The roots of the Quillen family lie in Anchortown. Even if I am now wealthy, I cannot face my ancestors and the ancestors of the Quillen family without ensuring the continuation of the family line. And my old friends will mock and look down on me when they see me.”

At this moment, the seventy-year-old man spoke from the bottom of his heart, feeling like a helpless middle-aged person.

Emmanuel deeply understood Terence’s desire for an heir and quickly comforted him. “Grandpa, don’t worry, Mackenzie and I are still young. We will have children! Besides-”

“Haha, that’s what you said!”

Terence seemed to have been waiting for this response and interrupted excitedly. “Emmanuel, as a man, you must keep your word! Within three months, you must impregnate her!”

“Uh…” Emmanuel suddenly felt like he was fooled.

“I don’t understand. As a man, why do you need so much talk before sleeping with your wife?”

and I were together, on a dark and windy night, I kissed her in front of the cornfield, and then

from a seventy-year-old man made Emmanuel feel a

the wealthiest man in Yeringham!

it was intriguing to

couldn’t help but wonder if something was wrong with himself. He had hugged and kissed Mackenzie before, but why didn’t he dare to do what Terence said? To touch her

I don’t have much time left. Do you want to see

forced him. “If you can get Mackenzie pregnant within three months, I will give you all

smiled bitterly. Somehow, his heart started to beat

own experiences, he couldn’t help but imagine himself with Mackenzie in that

along with it and say, “Grandpa, if Mackenzie doesn’t object,

noted it down! You

like a child.

shake his head and smile bitterly when he saw him like this. It seemed Emmanuel was tricked by him again. Yet, why was he still in such a good mood? Even a little nervous?

flow like Terence did with his wife

feels