Chapter 877

Owen Reid sat on the hospital bed, looking completely baffled. When had he ever brought a man home? Just as his grandpa looked about ready to swing his cane at him, Karlene Reid stepped in front of her son. "Dad, if you're looking to smack someone, hit me. A child's behavior is on the parents. Hit me, and I'll go home and beat his dad. All the blame's on him—he didn't set the right example. Bad roots, crooked branches." Old Mr. Reid was speechless. That sounded oddly like she was dragging him into the mud, too. Owen's dad was his grandfather's pride and joy—his eldest son, accomplished way beyond what the old man had achieved in his prime. Mr. Reid used to walk around with his chest puffed out thanks to his older son. But Owen? Total disappointment. Didn't follow politics; didn't touch business. He had to go and open a forensics center, a PI agency, and a law firm… And now? Now he had the nerve to want to marry a two-time loser with "baggage" and zero family background. Old Mr. Reid wa