After a prolonged silence, during which every tick of the clock seemed to echo in the room, Alex finally nodded, his expression softening. "If only the bastard knows how much you've sacrificed for him. I'll withdraw the termination of the contract," he declared, his tone firm yet empathetic.
Annabelle's face lit up with genuine gratitude as she beamed at her brother. "Thank you, bro," she said, her voice laced with relief, before taking a sip of her juice, the cool liquid soothing her nerves.
A few moments later, Vin entered the room, balancing a tray laden with steaming plates of noodles. With a playful grin, he deposited the tray on the dining table. "Do you need a written invitation?" he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he untied his apron and set it aside. Placing a bottle of water beside each plate, he took his seat at the table.
