Mr. Legare’s eyes widened. Even a young master from a billionaire family was interested in Aitana?
He clicked his tongue. “Is Aitana really that special? Even young masters from billionaire families like her? Joaquin, you should work harder then! If you manage to marry Aitana, our whole family would be proud. Imagine—my son beating a billionaire young master. How amazing would that be?”
Joaquin stared at his father, speechless.
Mr. Legare scratched his head and laughed awkwardly. “Alright, alright, I’m just talking. What I meant is this: no matter how outstanding your rival is, the only thing that matters is Aitana’s choice. Don’t focus on him—focus on whether she likes you or him. If she picks him, then you must let go. Fortunately, you still have Yehua.
“Yehua is a good girl—steady, hardworking, knows how to run a home. Her family background is weak, yes, but as long as she’s strong enough to live independently and doesn’t let her family control her after marriage, she’s fine.
“Your mom and I have observed her for so long. We’ve pretty much decided she’s reliable. She has her own mind, she’s not easily swayed by her family… so why not just settle things with Yehua and stop thinking about Aitana?”
Joaquin said nothing.