Kan stood still, waiting for the explosion, but when the shears stopped, Ariel turned calmly and gently placed the shears down.
Her father attempted to speak, and she did not even look at him as she raised her hand, halting him.
She had her eyes pinned on Kan only.
She would not even look at their son sleeping on his shoulder, almost as if she felt the toddler had betrayed her too.
“You’re home.” Kan finally spoke up.
It seemed like she had just arrived because her purse was still on the shelf, beside the potted plant she had been shearing.
She did not say anything as she turned to Oliver’s nanny who was fidgeting beside her.
“He must be tired,” she said, grabbed her bag and walked out of the living room.
Soon he heard her faint footsteps on the staircase.
The nanny glanced at
