Chapter 88: Special Flowers
Dinner at her father's house had been a huge blur.
Diane barely remembered picking at her food while Leon spoke about the company's next moves.
He had insisted on a formal meal like something about presenting a united front, but all Diane could think about was the message on her phone.
Adrian was alive…
The words repeated relentlessly in her mind, drowning out the clinking of silverware and her father's attempts at small talk.
She had smiled when appropriate, nodded when necessary—but beneath everything, her nerves burned like a live wire.
By the time dessert was served, Diane couldn't take it anymore.
"I should get home," she said suddenly, pushing back from the table. "Arthur needs me."
Leon's brow furrowed slightly, but he didn't object.
"Of course," he said quietly. "Just… take care of yourself, Diane."