Family Dinner 1

It had been three hours since Davis returned from the hospital, and he had been sitting in the living room, waiting for Jessica's return. At intervals, he will glance at his wristwatch, his expression calm and impassive.

"I wonder what she's doing out there," he muttered.

He didn't want to believe she had forgotten about the dinner—especially since she was the one who had insisted and urged him to accept the invitation in the first place.

"Looks like I'll have to send her a reminder." He picked up his phone to text her just as the steady roar of her car came through the driveway. He Placed the phone back down and took a deep breath. He had offended her, and he was ready to face her wrath, whatever form it took.

The car engine shut off. Several minutes passed before the car door closed with a firm thud, followed by the sound of her approaching footsteps on the foyer.

"Welcome, madam," Henry greeted, his tone laced with admiration and respect.