Allen didn't respond. He remained silent, meticulously drying his hair before slipping on a robe. Lilian stood nearby, feeling like a guilty child awaiting reprimand.
"I know you're upset with me," she began hesitantly. "Please, Allen…"
He didn't even glance in her direction as he brushed past her and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Lilian felt a pang of helplessness. It was clear Allen was angry—not just with his family but now with her too. Her thoughtless words, favoring his mother over him, had only added to his unhappiness.
She sighed, heading into the bathroom to shower. As she stood under the warm water, her stomach growled, reminding her she hadn't eaten dinner. After drying off and putting on a casual dress, she went downstairs to grab a meal.
