"Your daughter?" Reynold echoed, his voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and joy. "Well, isn't this a surprise?"
Spark did his best to dodge Reynold's knowing gaze, but it was no use.
A sly grin spread across Reynold's face, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he declared, "I won the bet."
Spark's eyes narrowed slightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"No, I haven't lost," Spark countered. "The bet was about whoever marries first loses, but I haven't married yet."
Reynold chuckled, nodding in acknowledgment. "I see. But it is only a matter of time."
When they were younger, the two brothers had made a silly bet: whoever got a wife first would have to drive a cart pulled by a llama while wearing a bright red suit. It had been more than fifteen years since they made the bet, yet neither had forgotten it.
Reynold's curiosity deepened as he asked, "So, who's her mother? And how long have you been keeping this secret from us?"
