Lydia pov.
At that moment, I found myself unsure of how to respond to him. I pondered the curious circumstances of how my mother and Edward's father became acquainted and why they had become adversaries. With a contemplative stride, I made my way to the bed and settled down, reflecting briefly on what actions were necessary.
"It's possible that you believe your father is to blame for the love between our parents not working out," I shared, my tone filled with a mix of uncertainty and concern. "I admit I'm uncertain about how our parents came to know each other, but perhaps it's time we unite them and ask them directly."
Turning to Edward, who stood nearby, I sensed the frustration in his demeanor, recognizing his unhappiness.
Rising from the bed, I approached him slowly. As I stood bes
