Chapter 1361: You’re Not That Fragile
What exactly did Autumn York mean by what she said? Thomas Fisher’s ears were sharp, and he immediately understood what she was trying to convey. His face suddenly darkened, "Mom! Since you know why I won’t accept other women anymore, don’t do this kind of thing again. I don’t want to have any unpleasantness with you over this matter."
At this moment, there was no trace of mischief on him; his entire demeanor looked so serious and earnest.
"How long are you going to wait? In a few months, you’ll be thirty-three years old. Do you really want to wait until you’re old and gray?" Seeing her son so persistent, Autumn York felt both angry and anxious in her heart. She didn’t want to provoke her son like this, but she really couldn’t stand it anymore.
That girl has been missing for almost five years, and there’s been no news or clues for years, yet her son remains stubborn, insisting on waiting for her return.
Thomas Fisher tilted his head and looked at his mom, speaking resolutely: "Even if I have to wait a lifetime, I am willing."
As long as she doesn’t appear, he will keep waiting until the moment she returns.
"What if she’s already married and has kids? Are you still going to foolishly wait?" Autumn York blurted out this sentence.
Upon hearing this, Thomas Fisher’s face grew even darker, "As long as I don’t see her, I’ll keep waiting, even if she has indeed married and had children."
No matter what happens to her, he will keep waiting until the day she comes back.
"One day I swear you will be the death of me," Autumn York said angrily, pointing a finger at Thomas Fisher sitting not far away. Right now, she felt indescribably uncomfortable, anxious and angry, yet she couldn’t change his mind.
He is over thirty; she can’t treat him like a child and spank him anymore. She couldn’t beat him now anyway, he’s much taller than her.
Thomas Fisher retorted defiantly, "You’re not that fragile."
His mom was a strong woman who had fought her way through the business world, having faced all sorts of difficulties and pressures. He didn’t believe his mom could be so fragile.
"You, you ungrateful child." Autumn York was so angry her speech started to falter, and her hand pointing at Thomas Fisher trembled, her face turned ugly.
Thomas Fisher wasn’t in a good mood either, but he still got up and sat next to Autumn York. He reached out and pressed down her raised hand, "Don’t be so angry and agitated, it’s easy to age quickly this way, and aging isn’t pretty."
When he walked over, he had already stowed away all his unpleasant feelings, now wearing a mischievous look.
"How can I not be angry and agitated by you acting like this? If you’re worried I’ll age, you should obediently listen to me and quickly find a daughter-in-law to bring home. Your dad and I are waiting to hug our grandson." Autumn York used her other hand to poke Thomas Fisher on the head. If she could, she’d tie him up and drag him to a matchmaking event.
Thomas Fisher removed his mom’s hand poking his head and spoke with intention: "There will be a wife, and there will be grandchildren, but you can’t be too anxious. If you rush, nothing will come."
His wife will only be Alice Turner, and his children can only be born from her. If... no, there will be no if, definitely not!
"Just drag it out like you are doing now, I’ll see how long you can maintain it," Autumn York could clearly hear the meaning behind Thomas Fisher’s words. It was precisely because she understood, she was so angry and anxious, she was simply burning with anxiety.