Walter made his way to the sofa and placed the yellow envelope on the coffee table.

Sinking his bottom onto the sofa, he turned his head and commanded his son to hurry over and pick a wife.

“Dad, I told you. I’m not interested in these women,” Julian replied as he drew close.

Walter uttered with a stern face, “You didn’t even look at them. How can you know that you’re not interested in them? I found you girls aged twenty-four this time. The psychic said that the woman destined for you is twenty-four years old this year. I wonder if she would mind the ten-year age gap since you’re a lot older. Anyway, I will help you get the lady even if she minds.”

Julian scowled and responded, “If she and I are meant to be, I don’t need your help. I will take matters into my own hands and pursue her.”

He was not a helpless man who needed help.

Sure, Julian enjoyed his bachelor life in the past and did not want to be tied down by marriage so quickly.

Now that he had a diagnosis of his il