I turned to him, forcing my expression into something calm. "Edward isn't feeling great, but he's too stubborn and doesn't want to leave conversations with the investors hanging," I said quickly, stepping toward him.
Mark's jaw tightened slightly, his eyes flicking to his father. "You okay?"
Edward, ever composed, nodded once. "I'm fine, son. Abigail's just worrying too much."
Mark didn't look convinced.
Neither was I.
But for now, the moment passed. Barely.
Edward stood up, almost as if nothing had happened. He walked back to the investor he was talking to and kept going with their talk. However, I could not forget his cough fist as easily.
Mark and I watched him, stuck in our spot. I waited until his conversation resumed before reaching for Mark's wrist, squeezing lightly to draw his attention. "Come with me for a second," I murmured.