Alex's lips parted several times as though he wanted to speak, but in the end, no words came out.
He simply stood there, feeling strangely helpless and unable to express the turmoil raging inside him.
Long after the footsteps on the staircase faded away and the living room fell into complete silence, Alex remained rooted to the same spot.
Lady Monica's words continued to echo endlessly inside his mind.
"You just lost your wife…"
"Mourn her properly..."
"We have no sons like you."
Each sentence struck him like a hammer, refusing to leave him alone.
Without realizing it, his fingers slowly curled into tight fists at his sides. His thoughts were in complete disarray.
He had come here with a clear purpose. He had wanted to tell his grandmother about his decision…
To marry Cyndi and convince her that he was finally trying to put his life back together.
Yet somehow, the entire conversation had ended with him being reprimanded and treated like a disappointment.
