Take care of him

"So, Miss Yvette Juan, I believe?"

Yvette turned her head at once by David's voice, as soon as Irvyn left the study room enraged. She looked back at the elder man and nodded her head before responding. "Yes, I am."

"Sit down. We have a long discussion to make." David showed her the chair across from his, and pulled open the drawer in his desk, only to bring out a small case full of cigarettes. Pulling one out of the box, he extended the packet towards her. "Hum?"

"Ah, I am sorry, sir. But I don't smoke," Yvette tried her best to keep a polite expression, even though it quite bothered her that she needs to bear that annoying cigarette smell she absolutely hates.

"Don't girls like to smoke these days? They say it makes them cool or whatnot." David seemed puzzled, as if he didn't expect this response from Yvette. "My daughter says that, at least."

"Huh, that spoiled tasteless woman, you mean," she muttered under her breath in response before giving David a response. "Not everyone owns the same definition of 'coolness'. For me, being upright and honest to my likings and dislikings is what I think cool." There are really a few things she can never excuse, and smoking is one of them. She didn't even like when Glen used to smoke his heart out in front of her, knowing that she can't absolutely tolerate the smoke to the point she starts choking on it and coughing badly.

"Interesting," David put the cigarette back in his case. He thought of respecting her choice for now. "Now then, what's the intention of yours behind marrying my son?"

"Nothing, actually. It was your son who came ahead and kind of made it forced happened. I didn't even properly know him before this, expect for the fact that he is one of the leading businessmen and the creator of the world class clothing line, and the older brother of my friend's wife." Yvette calmly responded. She knew sooner or later she had to face this. Of course, the society would raise their finger at the girl, must be her who seduced her, no matter who the guy is, or without even trying to know the entire thing. Maybe that is why Irvyn didn't want to leave her here alone. If that so, then she must say, that was really thoughtful of him.

"He made you marry him, huh," David tapped his index finger rhythmically on tha table, making a heavy yet soft noise on the wooden table. "Sounds like something Irvyn would do."

"Huh?" Yvette was shocked by the response. That's not the response she expected from him. She was ready to get all those slutty and rude slanders on her way, and she was capable of fighting all of them back. But the reply David Collins gave just now sounded more like a doting father talking about his son.

"You should bring your family sometimes. I think we need to have a talk, since you two are already married." David looked up at her, with the usual straight face she used to seeing in Irvyn. But somehow, she could make out an emotion in them. She doesn't know which one, but she can detect that.

"I wish I could, sir. But I don't have any," Yvette kind of felt nervous responding to that. She knows saying this right now would only trigger that legendary, 'orphan girl clings to a thick thigh' remarks at her. But as if she could ever act rude and not respond to that, or even try to tell a lie when finding out information about someone to them is like a cup of tea.

"They are…?"

"They are no more. It's been years since then."

Yvette felt like the man before her was left confused about how he should react. Surely her expression right now the cause behind it. Of course, she never lets to show how much the loneliness of not having the most beloved people in her life pains her, because gaining pity and sympathy is the last thing she would ever want.

"Then I guess you two really are the same. You don't have your parents, and Irvyn don't have the feeling of the warmth of parents, even though he has them." Another response which left Yvette quite surprised. The more time was passing by, the more she was finding this man to be quite different than the speculations, the first impressions. This much was sure, that Irvyn doesn't have any kind of good relationship with them at all. But she thought maybe this old man was just an older version of the cold grumpy Irvyn, with a record of bad parenting like the other rich parents do. But strangely, it didn't feel like the love this man has for his son was any less. It raised so many questions in her mind, but she decided not to probe into them right now. She was just introduced to this family as the newlywed bride out of nowhere. Let that sink into both parties, at least.

Irvyn's father took his time to do this small conversation with her, and after that, for a long time he kept staring at the window. At some point, there was a long silence in the study room, except for a few footsteps he made towards the body length window. And only after passing a really long time in that silence, and Yvette almost finishing counting to a thousand in her mind, then she heard him speak up again.

"Take care of my son till the very end."

Surprised, Yvette picked her eyes up at David, noticing how his eyes were glued towards outside. She followed his gaze, and found Irvyn's car rolling into the yard. He had already arrived. Yvette didn't think he would be here this soon. Is the hospital really that close to the mansion?

Yvette thought she should respond to her father-in-law's words in the end. But she couldn't make herself say anything. How she should respond to that? She couldn't lie that she will, since she doesn't see herself getting along with that cold, arrogant man anytime in the future. But saying the fact right now would sound like they don't get along, which is true, but not a truth David would love to hear.

In the end, she decided to keep quite, and wait until there was a loud slamming noise on the study door.