My father sat beside me, his eyes filled with concern, waiting to hear my side of the story. "Who is the son she was talking about?" he asked, his voice gentle.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "Kian is my fiancé, Dad," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
My father's expression changed from concern to shock. "Kian?"
I nodded, tears streaming down my face. "Kian is her son, we just happened to have a misunderstanding and I left the house”.
My father's face darkened with anger. "That woman has some nerve," he muttered. "What did she say to you?"
I recounted the entire conversation, including Martha's accusations and insults. My father listened intently, his expression growing angrier by the minute.
When I finished, he put his arm around me and pulled me close.
