Culprit —seems like it’s you.

Catrin halted when she heard Idris's voice. She turned to look, and Idris was there, standing at the door of her office. 

His breathing seemed uneven, and his gaze was furious. 

"Did you announce we are adopting?" he asked again, this time rephrasing his words. 

He has been out for something and hadn't realized it until someone mentioned it to him. He was clueless, but for the first time, he didn't feel surprised. 

His gaze darted between the two people in the room, pausing at Emily. 

Emily smiled, but that was never returned. Instead, under his hostile gaze like that, she felt a shiver run down her spine. 

Thai was her uncle —one she always thought was easy to talk with. But somehow, today, he didn't look the same. 

"Uncle, I —" 

"Catrin!" Idris didn't let her speak. Turning back to Catrin, he asked, "You haven't yet replied. Did you give any such words to the media?"