Mr Jones pov
The dinner room grew quiet as Zayd took his seat, his gaze sharp and unyielding. The air was thick with unsaid words and cautious hope. After a moment, I cleared my throat and began again, my voice softer now.
“Zayd, we realize we may have underestimated the seriousness of this marriage. And perhaps, who exactly we’ve given our daughter to.”
Mrs. Jones nodded in agreement, wringing her hands nervously. “We… we did not know the full extent of your position or your expectations. For that, we are sorry. We only want Zara to be safe and happy.”
Zayd’s eyes flickered with something unreadable, then he spoke slowly. “Safety and happiness require cooperation. Not just from Zara, but from all involved.”
I shifted uncomfortably but pressed on. “We want to make amends. Please a
