“My net worth is somewhere north of two hundred million dollars.”
Marta stood frozen.
Farlow slowly set down his glass.
“We live in a mansion in New Hampshire. Will drives that old Civic by choice. He’s been ‘poor’ at Yale so he could find real friends—and real love.”
I looked directly at them.
“Not people who see him as a walking ATM.”
“You… you tested us?” Marta whispered.
“I did,” I said. “And you failed spectacularly.”
Eddy began crying. Will held her while watching me with mixed pride and pain.
“I’m sorry I deceived you,” I told Eddy softly. “But I needed to know that the family my son was marrying into would see him for who he is.”
“And we didn’t,” Farlow admitted quietly.
“We treated you like you were beneath us.”
“Yes,” I said. “You did.”
Marta covered her face.
“Oh God… Eddy, sweetheart, I’m so sorry.”
Eddy’s voice trembled.
“You were exactly who you’ve always been. I told you Will was kind and special, but all you cared about was money and status.”
Farlow stepped closer to her.
“We made a terrible mistake.”
“I love him,” Eddy said firmly. “If you can’t accept Will—accept us—then I don’t know what we’re doing here.”
The room filled with silence.
Then Marta surprised me.
She walked over to Will and looked him straight in the eye.
“I’m sorry. You deserved better from us.”
Farlow nodded slowly.
“We judged you based on appearances and assumptions. That was wrong. Completely inexcusable.”
Then Marta looked at me.
“You tested us—and we failed. But… can we try again? Can we start over?”
I turned to Will.
He was the one who mattered.
“Yeah,” he said finally. “We can try.”
The rest of Christmas Eve was awkward—but different.
Marta asked Will genuine questions about his studies and dreams. Farlow listened instead of calculating his value like a stock portfolio.
Later that night, after Eddy’s parents had gone to bed, Will found me standing on the deck overlooking the ocean.
“You okay, Dad?” he asked.
“I should be asking you that.”
He smiled the same smile he had as a child.
“They messed up. They know it. And they’re trying to fix it.”
“You think they will?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “But Eddy’s worth finding out.”
I hugged him tightly.
“Thank you,” he said quietly. “For protecting me.”
“I’d do it a thousand times over,” I replied. “That’s what fathers do.”
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