Because Joaquin was successful, his family had gained far more respect in their village—and his parents didn’t want him remaining single forever. If he really married his former school junior, they would be thrilled. Her family was wealthy, she was a doctor, and their status in the village would rise even further.
But if that wasn’t possible, then they would choose Yehua. She wasn’t a doctor, but she was a nurse who understood medicine, was attentive, hardworking, and—unlike Dr. Pollock—didn’t come across as a pampered young lady who never lifted a finger. A city girl like that might struggle with village life and farm work.
Honestly, the only reason they pushed so hard for Dr. Pollock was her family’s money.
But now it seemed hopeless. If anything were going to happen, it would have happened years ago.
Thankfully, Yehua had waited for Joaquin all this time.
“Dad, don’t interfere in my love life. I know what I’m doing,” Joaquin said, his voice tight with frustration. “If there’s still no progress this year, I’ll give up. After that, I’ll marry whoever you want.”
If he couldn’t marry the woman he loved, then it didn’t matter who he married.