Mrs. Campbell observed her daughter, her gaze settling on Agnes’s pure and beautiful face. “Do you like him very much?”
“Yes,” Agnes answered without hesitation. “I want to marry him.”
Mrs. Campbell was taken aback by this and reminded her, “A girl should be reserved. If you rush into marriage, others won’t value it. That’s human nature.”
The girl fell silent.
After a while, Mrs. Campbell sighed softly and said, “I know you don’t like Ansel. Your father and I won’t force you. Matters of the heart shouldn’t be coerced. After all, we’re not the best judges of character.”
Thinking of Rupert made them angry!
Agnes lowered her eyes. “What do you think of Tom? What’s your impression of him?”
“Our opinion doesn’t matter.” Mrs. Campbell picked up her teacup, took a calm sip, and then answered her daughter. “Only you can tell if the shoe fits after wearing it. You’re an adult now; just be responsible for your own choices.”
Agnes blinked. “So you and Dad don’t oppose it?”
“Why would we oppose it? A daughter grows up to start her own family.” Mrs. Campbell smiled slightly. “The most important thing is that you have thought it through since it’s your own happiness at stake.”
“Okay.” Agnes nodded. “Rest assured, we will be happy.”
“Agnes, there’s something you need to understand, and I want to remind you.”
“Alright.”
Mrs. Campbell said to her, “Our family is ordinary, but the Fritz family is wealthy. Your upbringing and experiences are different from his. Whether such a relationship can last is something you need to consider.”
“But his family is very nice,” Agnes told her mother. “I’ve met them; his parents and grandmother really like me. They’re different from other wealthy families.”
As her mother, Mrs. Campbell still had concerns.
“Mom, don’t judge wealthy families by what you see on TV, thinking they’re all high and mighty with difficult elders. Those are usually nouveau riche families. True aristocratic families have cultural heritage; they’re very courteous and polite.”
“I hope so,” Mrs. Campbell said. “I just want you to be happy.”
“Mom, we might… consider getting married.”
“I’ve said it before; it’s your choice.” Mrs. Campbell said, “I won’t interfere. Adults have the right to control their own happiness, and if they fall into a pit, they should bear it themselves. I believe in fate now.”
Agnes looked at her mother in silence.
Mrs. Campbell took another sip of tea and sighed softly-
“The people you’ll meet in this life, the things you’ll experience, your ending-heaven has written the script long ago.”
“Look at your sister and Spencer; they went around in circles for over ten years. Even after she got engaged to someone else, they still ended up together.”
After this experience, the elder Campbells believed in fate and lived more openly and transparently.
Around ten o’clock in the evening.
Tom and Agnes were preparing to leave.
“Agnes, aren’t you staying here?” Spencer asked. “It’s so late; are you going back to the apartment? We have a room prepared for you here.”
“I need to feed the cat!”
With this reason, no one insisted on keeping them.
So Tom said goodbye to Agnes’s family and opened the passenger door for her to get into the car.
Under the watchful eyes of the Campbell family, they saw Tom get into the car and drive away with Agnes inside.