I don’t need grandkids from some small-town girl! The rich man kicked out his son upon learning his fiancée from the countryside is expecting triplets! Three years later, he came to mock him and was STUNNED by what he saw…

Alex, have you completely lost your mind? You’re 22 years old, what wedding? Victor Thomas paced back and forth across the room, clutching his head and lamenting from time to time.

His son Alex stood off to the side by the wall. The young man had just informed his father of his plans and stood firm, not intending to yield to his persuasions. Drop her, forget her, she’s from a small town, we’ll find you a proper bride, a girl from your circle.

And anyway, why get married now, wait at least until 30, you have your whole life ahead of you, you just graduated from university, you need to think about your career. Dad, but Angela is pregnant, argued the son with him. Victor Thomas stopped and stared intently at his son.

Still just a boy, thin like a teenager, with flaxen hair and barely sprouting mustache. And he dares to argue with his father? So what, give her money and let her do what she wants. Though money is unnecessary here, let her deal with her own problems.

And we have enough money and connections so she won’t cause us any inconvenience. But she’s having triplets, Alex persisted. Three children at once, how will she cope with them alone, and in a small town at that? From Victor Thomas’s thunderous exclamations, the windows almost shook, and his voice echoed from the high ceilings of the room.

That’s not our business, I don’t need grandkids from a farm girl. Look at yourself, young, smart, handsome, you have your whole life ahead of you. There will be hundreds more like her, and they’ll throw themselves at you…

A position in my firm is already prepared for you, all you have to do is take it and swim in money. So much awaits you, and you want to cross out your future and tie yourself to some milkmaid. «Angela isn’t a milkmaid,» replied the son, «she studied in the same class as me.»

Dad, you don’t know what you’re talking about, you’ve never even seen her. She would definitely appeal to you. And so what if she’s from a small town? I know that you had a relationship with a small-town girl in your youth.

So why was it okay for you, but not for me? I haven’t seen her and don’t want to see her, the father began to raise his voice. I’m not going to waste my time on her, my time is money. You can date whoever you want, but if you’re going to marry, it has to be a suitable girl.

Let me explain for idiots, suitable means one with money and connections, and a good family. Drop your foolishness and finally get to work. As for my life, you’re too young to discuss me.

Grow up first. «But I love Angela and I’m not going to leave her,» Alex laid out his final argument. «Ah, so!» exclaimed the father.

His face had already turned burgundy, his eyes bloodshot like a bull in the arena, and he waved his thin arms attached to his thick torso like a huge beetle. «Then you can forget about your job and inheritance!» «You won’t get anything from me, I’ll spend it all in my lifetime!» «And anyway, if you choose her, I don’t want to know you anymore!» «You won’t use my money or live in my house anymore!» «Go to her in the small town and live there! Raise cows, or whatever she does!» Alex replied firmly. «If you’re setting such conditions, then no problem, I’ll go to her.

Do you think I’ll abandon my three children for some position?» «We love each other and want these children! We want a family and we’ll be together, no matter how you feel about it!» «Well, go ahead! You’re no longer my son! I’ll see you in a few years when you come crawling back on your knees begging to be taken back!» «You’re incapable without me!» «With your approach, you’ll achieve nothing in life!» «Go, raise your brood!» «Good thing your mother didn’t live to see this day and see what a loser you’ve become!» Alex turned and left, slamming the door, leaving his father alone with all the words he hadn’t yet said. For the next three years, Victor Thomas lived in his three-story urban mansion in proud solitude. Of course, he wasn’t lonely and didn’t get bored.

Widowed several years ago, he felt freedom without his strict wife and dove into all sorts of excesses, devoting himself to entertainments. Parties, alcohol, women, gambling became his favorite pastimes. Only his son’s presence had made him maintain decorum at least at home.

Now even his son was gone. His firm, of which he was the head, had long operated without his involvement and brought stable income. He only had to appear in the office a couple of times a month to sign documents where the secretary had thoughtfully placed checkmarks so he wouldn’t have to search for the right place himself.

He was very angry when he had to do this. The deputies did all the work, and he, the director, only listened to their report once a month and demanded that the next month’s income be higher. Once he handled all affairs himself, but that was so long ago that he no longer remembered how he managed everything.

Now, after many years, he could allow himself to relax and enjoy life. When Victor Thomas promised to spend all the money in his lifetime, he wasn’t joking and immediately set about fulfilling the promise. However, his stock of money wasn’t infinite.

To replenish it, he had to resort to not entirely legal ways of withdrawing funds from the company’s budget. Shell companies, fake contracts, and whatever his imagination could come up with were involved. Three years later, Victor Thomas received a call from his good acquaintance in the tax service.

He reported that his schemes had attracted interest and major audits were coming. They were going to check not only the company but also the director personally, that is, Victor Thomas. The businessman thoughtfully scratched his balding crown.

What to do, he thought. And I was just planning to acquire some real estate. And I’ve eyed a new Maserati…