"Although it would be quite good if you started looking for a wife," Old Master Lenort added. "You currently have no standing as of now, I hope you do realize that."
Ryan stared at Old Master Lenort in disbelief. How could he say such things to him? It hasn't even been up to a month since his wife's death, and he already wants him to look for a new wife. His wife hasn't even been buried yet due to the autopsy nonsense, and he wants him to find a wife.
Was that how low his father regarded Natasha?
Ryan had a lot he wanted to pour out, but knowing nothing good would come of it, he balled his hands, tightening his grip on the knife and fork.
…
As they returned to their bedroom, Avelina gripped Draven's wrist, stopping him and forcing him to look at her.
"Draven."
Draven faced her and asked, "What's wrong?"
"What is the heat thing that your father spoke of? The full moon and something?" Avelina probed.
