William

I looked at the Bart's face, white with anger, and looked apprehensively at Nate Archibald.

Is it okay to talk like that?

Is he sure he doesn't care?

To my surprise, Nate Archibald ignored me and looked at me with admiration, encouraging me to continue.

I certainly won't let my 'husband' down.

"Dad! Why can't you just accept the truth? Must I tell the truth?"

I pretended to be in a state of great perplexity, and after a long pause, keeping the Bart in suspense, I went on:

"I didn't say anything to save Nate's face, but I'm going to say it right now...

Nate went out the other day to meet Georgina Sparks, the daughter of the Sparks Family, but Miss Sparks made another excuse not to show up.

She said no, so obviously that she called me in anger.

If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have been in such a good relationship."

With that, I bowed my head with a smile and thrust my tender little hand into Nate Archibald's.

Nate Archibald raised his eyebrows in surprise, but only for a moment.

He wrapped his big hand around my hand and moved slowly across the back of it.

The look of our love irritated the old man's eyes.

"You're talking nonsense! The Sparks family is a second-rate family. Why would they knowingly break up with my Archibald family?"

I mentally rolled my eyes.

She wants to get involved with your family.

But instead of your son, they're interested in your adopted son.

Before I could answer, there was a noise behind me, and then a loud voice:

"Dad! Brother-in-law! You're all there!"

The voice sounded young, but a little too pretentious to be greasy.

"Dad! Are you mad at your uncle again? Dad! After all, you are a biological father and son. Where is the overnight feud? Sit down and calm down."

I watched him walk through the door .

He is in his 20s, but that kind of temperament is annoying.

I don't have to guess who he is.

Who would the man who called Bart Archibald "Dad" and Nate Archibald "uncle" be but the chosen "face" William Archibald William?

Only this generation has enough chaos!

Nate Archibald is his father's equal.

William Archibald soothed his adoptive father until he finally calmed him down and turned to Nate Archibald in his wheelchair.

When he smiles, his apple muscles stretch out, showing his standard eight teeth.

"Uncle, you haven't come back for a long time."

Then he glanced up at me.

When he saw my face, there was something in his eyes that made me feel very uncomfortable -- the predatory look of a wild animal at its prey.

"Can't this be my little aunt? Uncle, you have good taste."

Bart Archibald, who had already calmed down, said, "William, don't be ridiculous! There's no way I could ever admit such a woman as my Archibald's daughter-in-law!"

"Dad! Don't be angry! Don't be angry! This is all my fault! I just said the wrong thing! You must not break your health with anger!"

William Archibald is once again excited about helping Bart Archibald.

I look at that fatherly, filial figure and suddenly feel sorry for Nate Archibald.

William Archibald is a bitch.

Everything he says from the moment he walks in the door doesn't refer directly to Nate Archibald, but there's nothing he doesn't refer to.

I have to say:

Great!