96 Chapter 96

AT THE MEN'S BOUTIQUE

"I don't think I should be doing this, Robbie," said the man with the silver hair. He was sitiing in one of the leather ottomans trying to flip through a magazine in which he was not actually reading.

"Your father-" he tried to add but Robbie interrupted him.

"My father was long forgotten since he left years ago," Robbie replied sternly. He could not help getting angry and felt cold whenever they talked about his father. "You are far better than he is, Lawrence."

Lawrence sighed. "As much as I am honored for you to ask me to walk with you on the aisle, I just can't accept it out of my respect to your mother."

Robbie turned around to face him as he motioned the tailor to stop doing the measurements. The tailor obliged and left them alone for awhile. He sat beside him on the leather chair.