That was how her elders had always been. Ever since Winnie turned eighteen, they had been trying to set her up, constantly claiming they had “high-quality” men to introduce. Yet every time she investigated those so-called high-quality candidates, she found a pile of questionable history.
Even a truly outstanding man like Baby hadn’t moved her—let alone someone introduced by her uncle or aunt.
Mrs. Francoeur looked helpless after the call ended. She said to her brother and sister, “I told her I’d talk to Winnie about it, but the moment I mentioned introducing her to someone, she hung up.”
“She says her life is her own decision and that I don’t need to worry. Her grandfather is anxious too, but he can’t do anything about it.”
Mrs. Francoeur sighed. “There’s no point in me worrying. Winnie was raised by her grandfather since she was little. She’s very strong-willed. As her mother, I really can’t control her.”
She had only one child. Winnie was already twenty-eight. Many women her age were married with children, yet her daughter didn’t even have a boyfriend. She had urged her countless times, openly and subtly, but Winnie only cared about work. What else could she do?
Winnie’s uncle said, “You spoil her too much. Girls get married sooner or later. Once she marries, she can find a man to marry into the family. Pick someone with a good temper, and you won’t have to worry about him coveting the family fortune.”