"Dad, what do you mean by that?" Ryan's voice trembled with growing frustration. "You told me I had to get married and be responsible, which I've done. So, what's this nonsense you're saying now?"
Ryan's irritation was met with a calm, unyielding look from Mr. Kendrick. "I never said the empire wouldn't be handed over to you," Mr. Kendrick said evenly, leaning back in his leather chair. "What I am saying is this: your marriage must last over two years, and you must have a child before the empire is handed over. That's the condition."
Ryan blinked, his heart racing. "What?"
"You heard me, Ryan." Mr. Kendrick's voice remained steady. "A marriage of two years and a child. Then, and only then, will you get control of the empire."
Ryan's face twisted in disbelief. "Are you even li
