"What of Williard Trimshaw?" Alex Trimshaw immediately asked Jorge when he joined them in the corner. It was ridiculous, as Jorge had barely reached a standstill when the question was posed.
"What about her?"
"Weren't you supposed to marry her? We already promised her to you, so why-"
"Last I checked, Williard was your daughter. Jorge indicated, staring at them both intently. And as much as I do not want to admit it, you and I are blood-related." He actuated, staring intently at Rama even though Alex was the one who had spoken.
"Your brother, even though deceased, is still my father, so why would I want to marry someone like her?" Jorge replied with an icy expression, still focused solely on Rama as though Alex was non-existent.
