Wayne had invited only close friends this time. They had all attended the welcome banquet.
Looking at the unfamiliar faces outside, Hannah felt a rare sense of social anxiety.
"Mr. Lawson, I don't blame Mr. Greene. He doesn't need to apologize. Would it be okay if I skip the dinner?"
She felt nervous, sitting up straight with her palms clenched into fists on her lap.
Clyde still seemed annoyed with her. Hearing her, he didn't respond but let out a scoff.
Hannah thought he hadn't heard her clearly and repeated herself.
But once again, Clyde showed no reaction.
Finally, Hannah realized that he seemed to be genuinely upset.
But why?
Hannah was puzzled. She wasn't one to dwell on things. "Mr. Lawson, are you angry?"
"No," Clyde replied stiffly.
"Then why aren't you talking? Is your
