"So you're not as capable as my wife," Ian Quincy said, striding away.
Ronan Shaw was indignant. "Who's not capable? Say that again."
"I just said you're not as capable as my wife. When did I say you *weren't* capable? If you insist on putting it that way, there's nothing I can do."
Ronan Shaw: "..." 'Those words are just asking for a punch.' "Is Cecilia coming tomorrow?"
"No. I'll be coming here. I was just afraid that you..." Ian Quincy trailed off. The man's grandfather had just had a brush with death; it wouldn't be appropriate for him to be too blunt. "Afraid your sister would have regrets."
"Are you admitting Cecilia is my sister?" Ronan Shaw's eyes sparkled.
"What good does my admission do? It's not like I can control my wife's opinion." Ian Quincy would always support whatever his wife decided.
Ronan Shaw: "..." 'He can't even handle his own wife. So incapable!'
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