"I am not your mother-in-law. I don't want you to be married to my son. I'm still convinced that this marriage is one big joke Edgar is playing on us. If so, haha. End it now," Priscilla shifted her focus to Edgar. "Son."
"Mother."
"Father," Edmund inserted himself. "Go on," he urged Alessandra to add to it but she shook her head.
"Our marriage is real. Stop fighting against me, Alessandra. You won't be able to free your hand so easily. Let's stay like this a little longer," said Edgar to Alessandra after she tried pulling her hand away from his.
Alessandra pointed at the knife and fork. "How will I eat? I cannot use a knife and fork with one hand. And you're squeezing the life out of my hand. Is this your way of remaining calm?" She asked after leaning closer to Edgar.
"No, it's my way of making you uncomfortable," Edgar replied. This was his revenge on her for allowing his parents to stay for dinner.
