Chapter 173: Chapter 173- most important wish
Dave was the first to snap back to reality, frowning as he turned to Morrison.
"You’re giving all your shares to Lilian? She doesn’t even understand how to run a company! Do you want MOS Corp. to fall apart in her hands?"
If Morrison handed over all his shares, Lilian would become the largest shareholder—the one in control of MOS Corp. A young woman with no business experience... was he crazy or what?
Morrison, however, didn’t seem bothered at all. His gaze toward Lilian was full of unhidden tenderness.
"So what? She can hire me to work for her, can’t she?"
Lilian froze, utterly speechless. Once she recovered, she shook her head firmly.
"No! I won’t accept it!"
Then, turning to Morrison, she added with determination,
"I can feel your sincerity. The shares... forget about it."
She was standing her ground, making her own voice heard.
Daniel and Tiffany, meanwhile, gradually calmed down. Daniel frowned, looking at Morrison.
"Did you discuss something this big with your parents?"
Linda, standing nearby, quickly answered for him.
"We already talked about it, and we agreed. Considering his past reputation, this is really the only way to make up for it. As long as he and Lilian live honestly together from now on, it doesn’t matter whose name the company is under."
Daniel and Tiffany exchanged looks of disbelief. Were these parents this indulgent?
Linda continued, a wistful tone creeping into her voice.
"By the way, our second son is also planning to transfer his shares to the woman he loves."
She paused, almost on the verge of tears.
"I don’t know who they take after... they’ve produced two hopeless romantics."
The Burg Eltz family glanced at each other, speechless.
Laurent, still reeling from Morrison’s bold declaration to Lilian, now had to brace himself for the fact that Marylin might face a similar confession.
It was undeniably sincere. If a man was willing to give you his entire fortune...
Perhaps Marylin had suffered at the hands of unworthy men before, but now, with Karl, she had found luck—and perhaps even happiness.
Lilian felt a surge of urgency in her chest, coupled with an inexplicable tenderness toward Morrison for all he had done. She grabbed the agreement and handed it back to him.
"I really don’t want it!"
"Lilian—"
Morrison tried to persuade her, but for once, Lilian’s tone was firm. Her small face set with determination, she said seriously,
"I’ll say it one last time—I don’t want it. If you insist, I’ll be mad."
The moment she threatened to get upset, Morrison fell silent. There was nothing more he could say.
Daniel finally chimed in, supporting his daughter’s refusal.
"We really cannot accept these shares. But as for your feelings for Lilian, we understand them."
"As someone who has lived long enough to know, let me give you one piece of advice: the quality of a relationship is tested by time. Mere words, no matter how grand, cannot prove it."
Daniel’s words were concise, yet filled with experience and caution.
"I hope that in the years to come, your actions will live up to the magnitude of what you’ve done today."
To Daniel, staking your entire fortune on a woman was certainly audacious, even earth-shattering.
But marriage was long, fraught with accidents, arguments, and constant compromise. A declaration this grand, no matter how sincere, could not alone sustain a lifetime of love. Forgiveness and patience were equally essential.
Daniel’s speech wasn’t just for Morrison and Lilian—it was also for Dave and Laurent. Both couples had weathered storms to reach their current happiness, and he hoped that every one of them could enjoy a long, enduring life together.
As parents, this was their single, most important wish.
After the small drama over the shares, the rest of the dinner proceeded in a warm and cheerful atmosphere.
When the meal concluded, everyone began to leave. Lilian collected her luggage and departed with her parents and siblings.
She and Morrison weren’t officially a couple yet; cohabitation was out of the question.
Earlier at dinner, Linda had hinted at marriage, but Daniel had gently declined.
"They just got back together. Let them spend more time together before discussing marriage."
The Mo family, somewhat disheartened, sent the Burg Eltz family off. Linda sighed,
"I thought after tonight we could start planning the wedding... but Daniel really has a hard heart, doesn’t he?"
Mr. Mos glanced at her.
"You have to understand his feelings as a father who loves his daughter."
Linda was all fired up, waving her hands dramatically.
"And who’s going to understand a mother’s desperate desire to see her son married and holding grandchildren? Huh?"
She shot a glance at Morrison, whose expression was equally unimpressed.
"Son, I think there’s only one way. When you and Lilian... you know... get together, you better... take some action. Let’s get a baby first!"
Mr. Mos froze.
"Don’t you dare give your son these... mischievous ideas!"
But Morrison, much to Mr. Mos’s horror, immediately chimed in.
"That... could work."
Mr. Mos could only stare, speechless.
How did he end up with such a mother and son—so unashamed and scheming?
Linda immediately perked up, full of energy as she leapt off the sofa.
"First, you need to calculate Lilian’s ovulation period. That’s when women are most likely to conceive—"
And with that, she dragged her son over, giving him a detailed "how-to" on making a baby. Mr. Mos, watching his lively wife, could only shake his head and walk away.
Thus, after that formal dinner, with both families tacitly approving, Morrison and Lilian officially began their openly recognized relationship.
Sure, they had dated secretly for nearly a year before, but now they could finally be public about it. For a moment, it felt strangely unfamiliar to them—dating in the open was a new experience.
The following weekend, Morrison went to pick up Lilian for a day out. Outside the Burg Eltz mansion, they ran into Daniel and Tiffany, returning from a morning stroll. At first, Morrison instinctively wanted to hide, but then he remembered—they were officially recognized now.
Quickly, he stepped forward to greet them, accepting the vegetables Daniel was carrying from their walk.
Daniel’s expression remained neutral. After a brief glance at Morrison, he strode into the house without another word.
Tiffany, smiling warmly, called out,
"Since you’re here, come on in and sit for a bit."
She wasn’t about to leave him outside, especially with the groceries in his hands.
And so, chatting all the way, Morrison followed Tiffany into the Burg Eltz home, vegetables in hand, a small smile tugging at his lips.