The tension in the dining room was palpable, a stark contrast to the warm, grandfatherly smile that crinkled the edges of Anthony Lin's eyes. He stood tall, carrying an aura of quiet authority softened by genuine affection, holding a beautifully wrapped package in his hands.
"I brought something special for your wife," Anthony said, his voice rich and welcoming. He looked around the spacious room, his gaze finally settling back on his son. "Where is she?"
Jayden felt a cold knot tighten in his stomach. He exhaled slowly, a desperate attempt to maintain his composure while his mind raced for a plausible excuse. His eyes darted instinctively toward Killian, who stood a few paces back.
