Harold looked at Alvin, who was talking on TV, snorted and said rudely, "Just as I expected, it was him who came out to clean up your mess. You can make sense about the money, "he said.

Bailey was taken aback, not expecting Harold to raise any doubts about Alvin holding the press conference.

"The other question is easier to explain. I am a top combat hero, and according to military regulations, my family members have access to the high-ranking cadre ward."Henry said to his father unhurriedly.

He casually pulled out the marriage certificate and threw it in front of his father.

"Bailey is now my wife, and her mother is my mother-in-law. It's only natural that she's in the high-ranking official ward."

What? Harold looked at the red document his son threw out and was so astonished that he almost bit his own tongue. He said Bailey was his girlfriend when they met yesterday, but now she's his wife?

Looking at the date on the marriage certificate, it was today. Needless to say, this is the procedure that the two have gone to the civil affairs office to handle.

"Henry, do you really care about me? You didn't even mention such a big thing as marriage to me and just got the certificate yourself. How bold you are!" Harold really felt embarrassed when his father's authority was being challenged.

"It's very timely for me to tell you now." Henry glanced at the time. "I've been married for two hours and fifteen minutes, and you're the first one in the family to know this."

Harold had a stiff face and a long, drawn face.

His own son was clever enough to get rid of the links that could have been caught in time. But in any case, being in the party newspaper is not a good thing.

"The successful test flight of the sky survey has made all those people so jealous that they wish they could get a piece of flesh from you. In such a sensitive period, can't you restrain yourself?"

Perhaps because of the long-standing discord with his son, Harold intended to advise him to be more careful, but the words came out of his mouth with a critical tone.

"I get it." Henry stood up, made a face at Bailey and said, "Say goodbye to our dad."

"Dad," the word was also stressed. It echoes what Bailey just said about my mom.

Bailey was taken aback and looked up at Harold's pot-bottom-like black face, hesitating whether to speak or not.

Harold glanced at Bailey and waved impatiently, "You don't have to call me dad. I can't bear it. You are truly a husband, and my son wouldn't have got into such trouble if he hadn't met you."

This caught Bailey off guard. If Harold hadn't mentioned it now, who would have associated what Henry had encountered with her? But now that the topic is touched upon, Bailey immediately becomes the culprit.

Bailey felt wronged, and tears blurred her vision in an instant, and she sniffed to prevent them from falling.

Bailey thought that although what he said was too much, he was after all Henry's father, an elder, and he couldn't speak too much.

"All right, I remember, I won't call you Dad again." Her voice was cold and steady, as if there were no ups and downs in her heart.

Dad is such a gentle and kind person, always full of boundless love for her. Harold, such a proud and impolite person, simply doesn't deserve the word "dad".

Bailey turned and walked out of the study.

Henry was already indignant when he saw Harold treating Bailey like this. "What kind of hard-hearted husband! What kind of nonsense is this? It's clearly someone trying to frame me. What does it have to do with Bailey? Whether you like to admit it or not, the law has acknowledged that Bailey is now my wife and that I will stand with her through thick and thick for a lifetime."

"Are you threatening me?" Harold roared. Will you, like her, stop calling me dad?

"Yes." Just one word, Henry replied with certainty.

Harold was as if he had been hit with a muffled stick and was stunned. When he realized that his son had left the study resolutely, he shouted in a panic behind him, "Henry, come back to me." Henry, of course, won't go back.

"Don't forget that we have a rule at House of Morris that Bailey is not in the military and can't come in..." Harold was still Shouting with all his might, as if he wanted to salvage something.

Henry, ignoring his father, strode forward without looking back.

Bailey stood in an inconspicuous corner, covering his mouth with his hand, tears streaming down like broken beads.

Heartbroken, aggrieved, self-abased, exhausted, a jumble of emotions.

She is like an egg, and when the shell is suddenly crushed, the softness inside starts to flow freely and cannot be stopped.

A warm and gentle hand wrapped around her slender waist, and with a gentle pull she fell into Henry's arm.

"If you want to cry, wipe your tears on my clothes; if you want to curse, spray them in my face; if you want to hit, punch me." His lips pressed against her ear, and every word struck her heart.

He stroked Bailey's hair with his long and clean hand. Seeing that she remained silent, he let out a long sigh and, with a big flick of his hand, pressed her head onto his shoulder.

It was then that Bailey noticed Henry smelled very good, like the fragrance of grass. His stiff collar pricked her cheek, but she did not back down. Instead, she went further and buried her head in his neck.

Warm and safe, firm and powerful, Bailey felt for the first time that when she was hurt and tired, it felt good to have someone to embrace you, to accept you and to rely on.

"Sorry, I couldn't take good care of you." To make his woman sad and shed tears, Henry felt guilty.

"Don't say that. I'm not good enough for you." She Bailey is a man of no money, no house, no father, and he Henry is a third-generation military man of great family background. Harold was so fond of her that it was natural for him to have a dislike for her.

"The situation in my family is rather complicated, as you can see, my father is haughty and impatient, my stepmother is a smiling tiger, my sister is capricious and spoiled, and she has a younger brother, and that one is even more bizarre. When you see him later, you will know. There are so many people in House of Morris, but they all have one thing in common: they hate me. When you come, of course they are not friendly to you either."

"Why are they like this?" Others can understand why Harold, who could be Henry's own father, would also look down upon him.

Could it be because he was seriously ill?