Not surprising. Reynold sat at the head of the table, ignoring me completely, a smug glint in his eyes. It was like... almost pleased that he hadn’t prepared anything for me.
“What do you want?” he asked, voice flat.
“Can you sign these… Don?” I pulled the documents from the envelope.
His face soured instantly. He despised seeing paperwork at home, but he also knew I wouldn’t bring Family documents here unless it was important.
“Can’t it wait?” he grumbled.
“No,” I began, but his phone rang.
His posture straightened like he’d just received a call from God. “Dahlia.”
My eyes shut as soon as he spoke her name.
My sister. The woman he truly loved but couldn’t officially be with.
“Yes, I’m coming. I always have time for you. Stay there,” he said gently.
He hung up and threw a brief side-glance at me before sliding his plate toward me. “Eat. Dahlia needs me.”
“But you haven’t signed the documents. They're important,” I insisted.
His jaw tightened. Without hesitation, he snatched the papers, scribbled his signature across each page, and slammed the pen down.
“There. And stop pushing me. Clean up before you sleep. And make breakfast in the morning. Be useful around here!”