Ryan paused briefly before saying empathetically. "Uncle Idris, I know I didn't treat her right and made some mistakes that I shouldn't have. But for my mistakes, you can't support Arwen's reckless decision of marrying some stranger who's not capable of treating her right."
Idris's steps slowed at his words before coming to a complete halt right before the door. Seeing him stop like that, Ryan thought that his words had finally made some positive impact on the man.
But just when he would have continued it, Idris's sharp voice snapped him, forcing reality right on his face.
"Who are you to decide that?" Idris asked, slowly turning around to face him again. His gaze was as sharp as ever, giving no concession to Ryan's empathetic attitude.
Ryan's brows furrowed. "What do you mean?" he asked, for a moment confused about what the man was referring to.
