“Do you know each other?” Mr. Campell looked at Tom, then at Spencer.
Spencer nodded and said, “We’ve known each other for many years. I was just about to introduce Agnes to him, but fate brought them together before I had the chance.”
Mr. Campell and Mrs. Campell looked at Tom Fritz again. At this moment, the two young people were holding hands, their eyes full of determination and seriousness as they looked at their parents.
Summer tried to ease the awkwardness, “Please, sit down, everyone. Let’s sit down and talk.”
At that moment, a servant brought in some tea.
Mr. Campell smiled warmly, “Sit, sit, don’t stand there. Falling in love is a good thing. Now that you are working, it’s time to consider relationships.”
Mrs. Campell was no longer so fixated on Ansel. Compared to this man, Ansel seemed somewhat immature.
Spencer sat down on the sofa. When Agnes and Tom approached the sofa, Tom waited for the elders of the Campell family to sit first before he and Agnes sat down.
This small detail did not go unnoticed by the elders; they found him courteous and gentlemanly, which improved their impression of him.
Tom sat on the sofa holding Agnes’s hand and briefly introduced his family situation to the elders.
Such a privileged family did not make Mr. Campell and Mrs. Campell happier; instead, it brought a bit of concern. This was not an equal match.
Their different growth trajectories and experiences made them wonder how far initial love could sustain this relationship.
“Mr. Campell, Mrs. Campell,” Tom said with a smile before turning to look at the girl beside him. “My family has met Agnes and they like her very much, especially my grandmother who treats her even better than me.”
He meant to assure them that his family would not be an obstacle.
But as parents of the girl, how could they not think deeply about it? After all, she was their daughter whom they had raised with care.
They listened, weighed their concerns, worried, digested the information, and tried to accept it.
After all, it was their daughter’s choice.
Mr. Campell and Mrs. Campell did not object; everyone remained polite and chatted with smiles, asking basic questions like when they started dating.
Soon, Mrs. Brown came from the kitchen to inform everyone that dinner was ready.
Tonight’s dinner was particularly sumptuous. The menu had been arranged by Summer over the phone; there were special fried crispy meat dishes and wild ginseng worth tens of thousands of dollars that Spencer had treasured for a long time.
The chefs prepared over a dozen dishes and also made soup.
The dining room in the villa was large and luxuriously decorated but without any hint of vulgarity, indicating Spencer’s good taste.
The atmosphere at dinner was quite relaxed.
“Tom, you should try these dishes. They are organic vegetables grown by Agnes’s father and me; they taste especially good,” Mrs. Campell couldn’t help but recommend.
“Mrs. Brown grows her own vegetables? I must try them then.” Tom picked up some vegetables with his chopsticks and placed them first into Agnes’s bowl.
The girl turned to him with a small smile, “Thank you,” she said softly.
“No need to be polite with me,” Tom said gently. “Try it quickly; homegrown vegetables must taste better than store-bought ones.”
“Mm-hmm.”
Then Tom took some for himself as well. Faced with such a table full of delicious dishes, he first tasted the vegetables and ate mostly vegetables throughout the meal.
So the dinner atmosphere remained good; Mr. Campell and Mrs. Campell were reasonable people who did not ask Tom any difficult questions.