"Ethan, are you threatening your father?!" The old man's voice was laced with an icy chill.
"If my woman finds out I'm getting married, she'll abort the baby," Ethan said darkly.
His eldest brother had already had two daughters, and their father was desperate for a grandson—he had always preferred sons over daughters.
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line as if his father was considering something before he made his decision. "Fine, we'll wait until the hospital confirms she's carrying a boy. If she is, we'll postpone the wedding until after the baby is born. If not, the wedding will be moved up."
With that, the old man hung up.
"F**k!" Ethan cursed, throwing his phone violently again.
The driver in the front seat was trembling with fear, and Ethan shot him a fierce glare. "If you say one more word, I'll break you!"
