“Houston graduated top of his class abroad,” Uncle Chen said proudly. “He’s already overseeing projects most men ten years older would hesitate to touch.”
Grandfather chuckled. “A reliable boy. Calm-headed, steady. Not like those flashy types you see all over the news.” His eyes slid to Liora with deliberate intent in them. Liora pressed her lips together and lowered her gaze to her plate. The food smelled rich, the sauces savory, but each word made her appetite dwindle. Houston gave a small sigh, almost imperceptible, and muttered, “Grandfather…” he tried to say but they wouldn’t listen to him.
Uncle Chen ignored the protest. “You two should talk. Catch up. We’ll give you a moment later.” He said with a smile. Liora shifted uncomfortably. She had no graceful way out, not in front
