Lauraâs gaze remained fixed on the television screen, her response deliberate.
âThen, congratulations to him.
â
Even within the kitchen, Lina couldnât remain oblivious to her husbandâs resounding voice.
Fury coursed through her veins.
Peter always picked the most inopportune conversational topics.
She emerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands clean, and hummed lightly.
âCome, letâs eat! You talk too much.
â
Peter, oblivious to the tumult within her mind, said casually, âIs it wrong to bring this up? Over the years, every birthday of Lauraâs, Cecilia always arranges a gift or something of the sort! That girl might be stubborn, but sheâs got a softer side.
With our ties with the Evans family, Laura canât avoid them forever, can she? Weâre raising a daughter, not a kitten or a puppy.
Even prisoners see the light of day eventually, right? And everyone adores our Laura.
â
Lina rolled her eyes inwardly.
Oh, how naive he was!
The past was never swept away, but the grudge only deepened.
Bolstered in his convictions, Peter held forth when the doorbell chimed.
He hastened to the door.
Peering through the peephole, he saw Edwin.
As he swung open the door, he gleefully declared to his wife and daughter, âSee, Edwinâs come to pay me a visit the moment he learned I was in Duefron! I wonât let him off lightly.
The boy wears his corporate facade like armor, much like his father, all veneer.
Today, Iâll outdrink him!â
Laura and Lina harbored intentions of stopping him, but time had slipped through their fingers.
Peter had already flung the door ajar.
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Before them stood Edwin, immaculately attired, his handsome countenance undiminished.
Peter gave his shoulder a hearty pat, grinning.
âLook at you, tracking us down in Duefron! Well then, letâs indulge in some spirits today!â âThe chilly weather provides the perfect excuse to warm up.
Iâll have the driver take you home later.
â
Lina finally broke her silence.
âDo you believe all people are like you, with nothing better to do?
Iâd wager Edwin, with his bustling social calendar, rarely finds the time to linger here for five minutes, let alone a meal.
Isnât that right, Edwin?â she inquired further.