Andrew and Astrid's morning began in strained silence at the dining table. The absence of even a perfunctory greeting hung heavy in the air. Andrew's envisioned married life, once filled with promise, now seemed irreparably fractured.
After breakfast, Andrew made his way to Sir Galton's club, his emotions simmering. The elder's unwelcome presence at his wedding still rankled. "What brings you here?" Sir Galton inquired, his tone tinged with amusement.
"You attended my wedding uninvited," Andrew replied, his voice laced with irritation. "You weren't even on the guest list."
Sir Gallton chuckled, seemingly unperturbed. "As your surrogate father, I hardly require an invitation. Your father's passing left a void, and I've taken it upon myself to guide you."
Andrew's anger flared, his words
