Dean held his young new wife's hand. His sharp gaze made Jonathan's Adam's apple bob.
He subconsciously adjusted his cuff, uttering the lie he had prepared long ago. "Dad, Daphne hasn't been feeling well lately. I told her to rest more. She should be here soon."
Surprisingly, he covered for me now, afraid of upsetting his father.
Dean smiled and even asked, "Is Daphne pregnant? It's about time you two had a child. After all, a child from another woman isn't legitimate."
Jonathan's expression stiffened. He met Wendy's embarrassed gaze but instinctively looked away. "We're considering it."
Dean didn't know yet that I couldn't have children.
My seat was still empty when the wedding was about the gift-giving part.
Jonathan kept rubbing the wedding ring on his ring finger, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.
Halfway through the banquet, the guests began presenting gifts and toasts. Still, no sign of Daphne.
By the third time Jonathan checked his watch, his knuckles had gone white.
He slipped away from the crowd and stood behind a pillar in the corridor, dialing the number he knew by heart.
"The number you have dialed is currently switched off … "