"WHEN you recover, I will arrange a blind date for you with the young daughters of wealthy families in Luzon. You choose your bride."
Gilbert's forehead furrowed when he heard his dad say that. His face showed strong resistance as he looked at the old man.
"Dad, didn't I tell you I want to focus on the company first? I'm not in the mood to go on a blind date," Gilbert denied what his father said.
"Hijo, marriage is just a title. If you don't like her, you can just make her a decoration in the house. With our family's status in society, every woman dreams of being part of our family, even if only as a decoration."
"Fine, I'll remember that," Gilbert replied to his dad.
"By the way, do you really like that girl, hijo?" he said, changing the subject.
Gilbert looked at his daddy with cold eyes. He didn't need to ask who he was referring to because he already knew who it was.
