“Allison, I apologize. My past decisions hurt many, myself included. These years apart have shown me how much I need him. I’m committed to proving my love for the rest of my life.”
Allison widened her eyes in disbelief. Sensing another argument brewing, Hannah offered Allison a glass of water.
“Here, drink some water first.”
Taking a sip, Allison finally calmed down. Softly, Hannah said, “Allison, don’t blame him. My feelings have changed.”
A chilling silence engulfed the Living room.
Upon saying that, Hannah seemed as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.
“As you said, there’s no point in wasting my youth on someone who’s emotionally unavailable. It’s just not worth it.”
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Without her plain black-framed glasses, her eyes sparkled brilliantly in the light, casting a shadow over Declan’s face.
Clutching a glass of water, Allison appeared to be in a state of disbelief.
“Are you for real, Hannah? There’s no turning back…”
Hannah offered a faint smile and nodded, an air of detachment about her, as if the past no longer weighed on her.
The living room was enveloped in quiet. Finally, Allison shattered the silence.
“We’re to blame. I will respect your decision.”
Sensing the conversation had reached a tipping point, Hannah felt it was time to make her exit. She rose and said her goodbyes to Allison.
Casting a fleeting look at Declan, who had been silent throughout, Allison felt a sudden wave of irritation. However, she masked it with a warm smile and softly patted Hannah’s hand.
“Please, make sure you come to visit me. We can catch up, and you know how much I adore your cooking.”
Hannah smiled back but said nothing, grabbing her purse and heading for the door.
Dinner at the Edwards household was equally strained. Despite Eliana’s best efforts to engage her, Allison barely acknowledged her presence. Eventually, Allison had enough of Eliana’s overly attentive manner towards Declan, and she slammed her fork down, her expression turning sour.
“Declan, meet me in the study!”
Leah interjected instinctively, “Allison, Declan hasn’t even finished his dinner…”
“Missing one meal won’t kill him, will it?”
Leah went mute, and Allison shot Declan a stern look before ascending the staircase alone.
Declan’s grip on his fork tightened.
“Declan, you should go comfort Allison. She seems quite fond of Miss Moore. Seeing her leave so casually must have hurt. You’re her cherished grandson; she’ll want to talk to you,” Eliana suggested, gently touching Declan’s hand.