Sia nestled in the comforting embrace of her great-grandmother, stealing glances at the woman who had slapped Lucas.
“Hi, Mum,” Lucas greeted tersely, his attention shifting to Lina and her daughter, recognizing Sia's discomfort in his mother's presence.
“I called her,” Old Lady Angelina informed him, disappointment clear in her voice. “I thought she would be happy for you, but it seems I was wrong. My girls and I will go inside until you figure things out with your mother.”
Lina's grandmother turned to leave, but Lucas intervened.
“No, yiayia. My wife stays with me,” Lucas declared firmly, reaching for Lina's hand.
“Mother, you can go back now. We will stay with Grandma Angelina for the night. We will see you tomorrow. Oh, by the way, this is my wife, Lina, and her daughter, Anastasi
