“I’ve already talked to my mom and Uncle Duncan about my marriage,” Sonny said calmly. “They don’t need to worry. My marriage is my decision. Someday, I’ll meet a girl I truly like—someone I’m willing to end my single life for.”
He looked at his grandmother with quiet sincerity.
“Grandma, I will get married. I’ll have children. Don’t worry. I’m not going to swear off marriage like some people do. It’s just that I haven’t met the right girl yet. For now, I can only stay single. But when I meet someone who makes my heart race, I’ll naturally settle down. There’s no need to rush.”
He added with a small smile, “Uncle Duncan was thirty-six or thirty-seven when he married my mom.”
Even his uncles had married late, yet they still found good women. If you were good enough, there was no need to panic about the future.
Grandpa Brown quietly nudged his wife, reminding her not to speak badly about Liberty.
He knew Sonny wouldn’t like it.