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…

And it wouldn’t hurt to update the yacht. If I buy in my name, questions might arise. In search of ideas on how to secure the property, Victor Thomas suddenly remembered his son’s existence.

There were no other relatives. And he was the only one to whom these assets could be transferred. «I wonder how that fool is doing?» the father smirked.

«Probably sitting in his shack and doesn’t know how to get out of that hole. Three kids running around, screaming, and his wife nagging about where to get money. And where will he get it in the small town? Who needs him there with his finance diploma? At most, he can chop wood.

Surely he’s regretted not listening to me ten times already and dreams of escaping from there. Time to rescue this fool and bring him home from captivity. I’ll go reconcile, and laugh at him along the way.

Now he’ll stop showing character and won’t do stupid things.» He opened the letter that Alex had sent in the first year after leaving, which had remained unopened since then. Reading the name of the town, Oakwood, he smirked again.

«What a stupid name. That alone says a lot. Nothing dumber I’ve heard, though it seems familiar to me.»

Victor Thomas informed his son of his arrival. He got into the car and set off. The town was an hour’s drive from the city.

The highway ran through a pine forest. All the way, Victor Thomas couldn’t shake the thought that these places were familiar. That he had been here long ago…

And the town’s name wouldn’t leave him alone. He went through all his acquaintances in his mind who might have had vacation homes in this direction and whom he might have visited. Recalling nothing, he decided he had heard the name in the news, and the road seemed familiar because all forests look the same.

At least to him. And arriving at Oakwood town, he confirmed that was the case. He saw a large fenced area where a vacation resort was located.

Victor Thomas decided that if he had been here before, he couldn’t have forgotten this place. Therefore, he was here for the first time. With that, he calmed down and started thinking about the upcoming meeting with his son.

He vividly imagined his triumph and his son’s remorse. When Victor Thomas’s car stopped near the house where Alex lived, he was quite surprised. In his imagination, a small-town house was inevitably a half-dilapidated wooden shack, half-sunk into the ground.

However, before him was a sturdy brick house, large in area, with an attic room, an attached garage for several cars. Behind the house stretched a garden with apple and plum trees, and a vegetable patch with a greenhouse, as well as a playground. Everywhere there were well-maintained flower beds and stone-paved paths.

The owners heard someone arrive and came out to greet the guest. First, three chubby toddlers in identical pink sun hats and sunglasses ran out of the house to meet their grandpa. The three girls were absolutely identical.

Plump cheeks, button noses, teeth with gaps, and three identical blond bangs sticking out from under the hats. Behind them came Alex, matured and grown over these years. He was no longer that thin, beardless boy who had once left his father.

He had become a broad-shouldered giant, adult and masculine. He looked quite solid, even in a shirt and jeans. A thought flashed through Victor Thomas’s mind that perhaps his son wasn’t suffering so much here.

Soon his wife appeared. She was a slender, pretty blonde of the most ordinary appearance, round-faced, with a straight bang, in a flowery dress and flip-flops. For a second, Victor Thomas was frightened.

It seemed to him that Angela looked very much like someone familiar from the distant past. At every opportunity, he stealthily peered at his daughter-in-law, trying to recognize familiar features in her. Last came the father-in-law.

Angela’s father, Michael Johnson. He was an ordinary, unremarkable, good-natured little man of short stature, with a belly and shaggy mustache. He was the owner of the house where the young family with many children lived.

Everyone greeted each other. Father and son shook hands. Both were glad to meet, but some coldness was still present between them.

Alex couldn’t forget the words his father had said during their quarrel, and he felt that he hadn’t changed his opinion at all. And that was true. Victor Thomas still condemned his son for his wrong life and stupid decisions.

«Meet Sophia, Emma, and Olivia,» Alex introduced his daughters. Like triplets, how do you even tell them apart? The new grandfather was surprised.

The guest was led into the house and seated on the open veranda, where a large wooden table was laden with treats. Victor Thomas turned his head and surveyed the surroundings. And at the sight of the delicious treats, his eyes lit up…