Even After Death by Lilting Champ

Wendell had been frail all his life.
He never imagined that his biological son would have been missing for so many years.
What surprised him more was that Wayne had grown up well despite hardships.
Still, there seemed to be something off about this son of his.
They were father and son who had been separated for years.
Now that the truth was revealed, shouldn't they be hugging each other in tears of joy? Why did Wayne show no joy in reuniting
with his father but seemed interested in his identity as the son of the Procter family— or more precisely, the marriage
arrangement between the Procter family and the Fordham family?" "Son, things are a bit complicated right now.
We need to take our time to discuss this thoroughly—" "Am I not your son?" Wayne's restless temperament was exactly the
same as his mother's.
There was no chance of dissuading him.
There was only one thing in his head.
He felt fortunate that he had run a background check on the ties between both families.
Otherwise, he would've not known the existence of this marriage arrangement.
"Of course, you are, as the test results have shown us.
The Fordham family is going through something.
For now—" "T don't care what it is.
Does Olivia belong to that Fordham family we're talking about?" "Yas," "Did the elders of both families decide the marriage
arrangement?" "Indeed." "That's settled, then.
Prepare the proposal.
I can't wait any longer, " Wayne urged.

Wendell could tell that Wayne was beyond impatient.
If this were the Olympics, Wayne would've jumped the gun at the starting line.
Every part of his body was screaming to set the plan into action.
"Putting that aside, aren't you curious about me? We've not seen each other for so many years.
Don't you want to know how I've come this far?" asked Wendell.
Wayne responded indifferently, "Nope.
What's there to be curious about a man who's going to pass away soon? Haven't you heard that only the opposite sexes attract
each other?" That didn't seem to be an appropriate phrase for this situation, but now wasn't the time to quibble over it.
Wendell gave another attempt to talk some sense in Wayne.
"But I'm curious about your life.
How have you managed all these years? It must've been quite a task.
Are you—" Annoyed, Waned huffed, "I have 800 people serving me every day.
If I don't like someone, I can bomb their house and wipe out their entire existence as well as their family.
Who out there could make me suffer?" In spite of his carefree attitude, he didn't bring up his tragic past.
To him, life was made up of the past and the future.
Since the past was over, there was no need to dwell on it.
He focused on the future.
After so many years, he had finally found a woman he was interested in.
He would do anything to have her.
Wendell said, "You might not know much about Ms.

Fordham.
As far as I know, she's married and has children." "Yup, but she got a divorce.
She's single now.
What's wrong with me wanting to give her ahome?" Wayne filled in the missing information.
Wendell could already picture the handful of quarrels over this topic.
Just how did Wayne come this far with that brain? "This marriage isn't only about you.
It involves both families.
Ms.
Fordham should at least agree to this.
If she agrees, I won't oppose it.
But if she doesn't..." Wayne gritted his teeth.
"Then, we'll think of something to make her agree.
Isn't that how it works for your generation? Parents' orders are the rules.
She's bound to this marriage arrangement! "If you want me to return to the Procter family, I will only do so under the condition
that Olivia becomes my wife.
Otherwise, forget it." 4