The corner of Olivia's mouth curved into a small, knowing smile as her gaze lingered on her father, savouring the possibilities of whether Zayden would make an appearance.
Reginald raised an eyebrow, his face a mask of indifference that revealed no emotion. "He will come," he said, his tone distant yet resolute. "He doesn't have a choice."
Olivia's eyes sparkled, a flicker of amusement and satisfaction dancing within them. She leaned back slightly, letting the implications settle in her mind.
"Dad," she said softly, her voice tinged with tenderness as she straightened in her seat.
Reginald's attention shifted back to her, his previously hardened expression softening. "Yes, dear," he replied, his voice low and soothing.
There was a warmth in his eyes, a fatherly affection that wrapped around Olivia like a protective shield, offering her a quiet sense of security.
