The air inside the drawing room was stagnant. Aside from Shouko who was leisurely sipping the tea, the Yuasa couple remained in silence. It was as if she was enveloped in a soft cocoon filled with comfort.
After Grandpa left with Old Toshio, only Mai and Noriko remained there.
Mother Yuasa silently glared at her husband, she was tempted to cause a ruckus but when she remembered where was she right now, she would be an idiot if she did so.
Shouko lowered down her gaze, her eyes fell onto the clear brown surface of the tea.
"You haven't said anything about why you want to meet me, Father," She lifted up her eyes, shifting her gaze from the teacup to the older man sitting in front of her. "Or, do you just come here to sit in silence?"
Father Yuasa pursed his lips, the creases between his brows deepened. He clenched and unclenched his fists, suppressing the irritation that started to rise within him.
