"How long are you going to keep on calling him?"
The aging man raised his head as he stared at his daughter. He knew she was happy at the outcome. Well, he hadn't married the lady she had fashioned for and against him but worse was that he had run away from him, again, with no trace.
He sat down sadly, ruminating his life and that of his generation.
Was his wealth wrong? If not , then why then was it only his daughter who was interested in all the wealth he had gathered in his lifetime.
From time immemorial, his son had left his inheritance behind, for love, for a woman and he never looked back, he never returned, except when he was returned to him but in a casket.
Whereas the sister had battled tooth and nail for the wealth, and was still doing so even with the son her brother left behind.
The son who wasn't interested in his wealth nor inheritance being bequeathed to him, and for the same reason his father did--- a woman.
