"Dad?" Jayden called.
"Yes?" came the reply.
"Did you just say I will have to marry Mr. Clinton's eldest daughter?" Jayden asked. He wasn't sure if he had heard right.
"Yes. That was what I said. You will have to get married to her and that must be done soonest."
"But father, are you suggesting an arranged marriage for me? A whole me? Common father. That can't happen," Jayden quickly rebuffed the suggestion.
Mr. Gray silently and slowly wiped his hands and mouth with the serviettes. Jayden waited patiently for his father to speak. When he finally did, he said something very simple.
"I didn't say this for us to argue. Meet me at home this evening. We are done with lunch. Let's go." With that, he stood up admist the shocked looks on the faces of his wife and son.
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