#Chapter157

Moving towards the door my trail follows him. "In two days time you will get married to my son."

"Ha!" Giving a humorless scream laughing at the end. "What? You’re crazy?" Sauntering back to the bed as the dizzy spells came back.

"Baineadh é as dom ach ní tharlóidh sé sin do mo mhac. " (It was deprived of me but that will not happen to my son.) My eyes goes to the son sitting quietly by the corner never for once interjecting the absurd conversation.

"Tá tú dÚsachtach. Ní phósfaidh mé aon mhac ortsa." (You are crazy. I won’t marry no son of yours.) Shifting my glare from...