[ Stephan ]
“I guess you aren’t joining us for dinner, am I right, son?” My father asked me in a gruff tone.
By judging his face, I could tell that he was very displeased, his gaze was cold.
“Yes, Dad. I won’t be here for lunch and dinner. Brandon’s mother invited me to join them for a meal and I can’t decline her.” I replied adjusting my sleeves as I walked past him to leave the house.
My mother who was sitting on the sofa with crossed legs and a cup of tea in her hand, gave me a disappointed look.
“You are intentionally missing the dinner. You know how close we’re with Fishers and they have been only nice and supportive towards you.” She spoke to me in her perfectly polished tone.
Again, she didn’t fail to remind me of Fishers’ support during my tough time but they received way mo
