When Mr. Henry Taylor arrived at Tom's house, he understood that something was wrong. The last time he visited was when his wife died and many years had passed since then.
In the huge living room, the two of them were sitting, drinking tea.
"Not beating around the bush won't change your decision," Tom's deep voice said. Although he was afraid of Henry's decision, the reason for his visit was evident and he hated that he didn't say it directly.
"Well, I won't beat around the bush, but I wanted to chat with you for a few minutes. We're not strangers."
"And that's why I asked for your help a year ago." Without consulting his son or trusting that he could solve it, he ventured into a loan while Mr. Taylor asked for his son to marry his little girl, the last one left to get married. It woul
