Dean held his hand, "Don't worry, grandpa. If she steps out of line, I will make her pay the price. There's nothing special or not special. She can be replaced."
Having her was a bonus, but he had survived nearly thirty years without her. He didn't place much importance on this matter.
Grandpa Reed huffed, "Just now you were talking about your wedding night, now you're saying women are replaceable. Dean, you've learned to lie."
Dean helplessly said, "The two are not contradictory. I can make use of her as long as she behaves. If grandpa thinks she's tarnishing the Reed name, I can divorce her now."
Grandpa Reed glared at him, "You're treating marriage as a game. Once you're married, you can't divorce until you have great-grandchildren!"
"I'll listen to grandpa," Dean held Grandpa Reed's numb hand. This old hand, full of age spots, once supported him through his worst times.
If Grandpa Reed hadn't favored him, he wouldn't be where he is today.
