"How have you been?" Penelope glanced at Dominic, studying the face of the man who was once close to her. "Do you plan to come home?"
A sarcastic smile played on Dominic's lips. "You haven't changed, have you?"
She calmly sipped her hot coffee, prepared to listen to his complaints, but he remained silent. Her eyebrow raised as she asked, "Did you see me because you want me to tell dad you are coming home?"
"From the moment he asked me to leave the house, I no longer have a dad," he replied coldly, gazing outside at the passersby.
"That's history. Dad is getting older, why don't you...?" Penelope's voice trailed off as she contemplated her words. She wanted to suggest that Dominic should reconcile with their father, but she knew it wasn't that simple. Their relationship had been strained for years, and the wounds ran deep.
