After I left Alpha father and son went crazy with regret

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Nora’s expression remained unreadable. “I didn’t see them,” she replied flatly.

Arnold’s gaze lingered on her face, and a knowing glint entered his eyes. “You saw them. You just ignored them,” he stated, his voice calm yet firm.

Silence stretched between them.

Finally, Arnold sighed and adjusted his watch. “Grandma Lancelot has invited us to dinner at the manor tonight,” he informed her. “She wants you to come.”

Nora had always made an effort to attend Grandma Lancelot’s invitations in the past.

But today, she didn’t even hesitate before responding. “I have something to do tonight. Maybe next time.”

Arnold’s expression flickered with something–surprise, perhaps even a hint of disappointment–but he quickly masked it. “Nora-”

She didn’t let him finish. With a polite yet distant smile, she stepped past him and walked away, leaving him standing there.

A moment later, the door to the restroom swung open, and Alex emerged. He looked up at his father and noticed that he was staring in the direction Nora had gone.

“Dad?” Alex tilted his head. “What are you looking at? Did you see someone you know?”

Arnold hesitated briefly before answering. “It was your mom.”

At the mention of Nora, Alex’s small face scrunched up in displeasure. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Hmph. She still hasn’t taken me skiing like she promised.”

Arnold’s brows furrowed slightly as he observed his son’s reaction.

about Nora’s cold attitude just moments ago and couldn’t help but wonder if something had

“You should try to be

upset. He huffed and asked indignantly, “Did she come here to

parting slightly before he let out a quiet sigh. “No, Alex,” he said after a

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small, dissatisfied noise before looking away, his

his son’s reaction carefully, his mind drifting back

time–her coldness wasn’t just polite detachment; it

rejection.

chest, but

on Alex’s back and

store, Alex remained silent, but his expression was one of unresolved

thoughts were clouded with something he couldn’t quite put into words.

his head, unwilling to explain his brief encounter with Nora.

heading to your grandmother’s

brooding over his mother’s supposed

Mom?”

of a second before answering, “Your mom isn’t coming. It’ll be just the

pursed in

sides. It didn’t sit well with him. He didn’t like the

he chose not to comment. There were things

Nora was finishing her coffee when her phone vibrated on the table.

name on the screen, she picked