In the spacious Cross family living room, even the sound of a needle dropping could be heard clearly. Lily Martins and Jacob Cross sat obediently on the large grey sofa, each pretending to be composed.
Well… one of them was pretending. The other one was actually calculating fifteen different ways to emotionally survive the next ten minutes.
Lily peeked at Grandpa Henry from the corner of her eye.
(Why did Grandpa come again? Why does Jacob always complain? Can't he be a normal male lead with a functioning brain?)
Jacob, unfortunately, heard all of that.
His eyelid twitched.
Grandpa Henry stood like an ancient mountain carved from pure intimidation, his cane thumping on the floor. "You two—are you trying to kill me with anger? Troubles every day! Scandals every week! Do you young people not know peace?!"
"Grandpa, we can solve this ourselves," Jacob said, fingers tightening on the back of his wheelchair as he inhaled deeply.
