"Besides, even if Mom and Dad disagreed, and even if you had married someone else, I believe that if we're meant to be, we would have found our way to each other eventually.
And besides, we're already husband and wife.
As for her suggestion about having a baby first... you and I are perfectly healthy. We can have a child whenever we want, can't we?
Grandma said you were right not to want children, that having many children brings much suffering to the mother. You just couldn't bear to see me suffer..."
Her voice was soft and gentle.
Like a warm spring breeze, it drifted into his heart.
Ian Quincy's fury gradually subsided until he was calm.
Jim Quincy felt Ian Quincy's struggles weaken and finally let him go. He touched his own forehead; it was covered in sweat.
'My eldest son's wife.'
'She's a real piece of work.'
At first, he hadn't thought she could be behind it. But seeing how she seemed to revel in the chaos, he was now ninety percent sure she was involved.
