Roderick shifted uneasily, scratching the back of his head as he faced the room. His hesitation was clear.
"You disappear every time I come looking for you," Lucius remarked, adjusting his posture as he eyed his nephew suspiciously.
"That's not true, Uncle," Roderick replied quickly. "I was meeting an old friend. It's been a while since we last saw each other."
However, Lucius didn't believe his lie. Under the table, he discreetly held Layla's hand, running his fingers gently across her skin. She tried to pull away, but Lucius didn't release his grip.
"Roderick," Evelina interjected, her tone sharp, "why did you pull Layla into the room that day? What exactly is your relationship with her?"
Before Roderick could respond, Fiona jumped in with a casual smile. "Oh, they know each other through Orabela. My son is dating her," she explained, clearly proud of the connection.
