I quickly caught up with him and whispered, "I'm sorry. I didn't know they..."
"It's fine." Cyril lowered his gaze and washed the vegetables. "No need to be mad."
On the large dining table, there were only four dishes.
It felt like a slap in my face.
Then Cyril poured a glass of the fine wine for Dad, who beamed and took a sip, saying, "I know it's a good wine as soon as I drink it!"
I said, "It is. Cyril specially asked someone to buy it. He bought four bottles!"
Dad glanced at the wine in the corner. "What do you do for a living, Cyril?"
"I'm a clinical doctor working at New York Central Hospital," Cyril answered.
Mom's eyes lit up. "It's such a decent job! What do your parents do?"
"My dad runs a small company, and my mom is the chief physician of another hospital, which is one of the top three."
Mom was somewhat delighted. "Chelsea should have brought you back long ago. She's so insensible..."
I pursed my lips and didn't say anything.
Cyril held my hand and smiled, "Chelsea is great. I want to marry her."
I was stunned.
Jane sarcastically said, "So lovey-dovey."
Dad picked up a piece of food. "OK. That's a good thing. Well, the dowry is gonna be 150,000 dollars."