My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 25 Awkward Communication

Evelyn

To be honest, Dad's wedding felt like the longest destination wedding ever conceived. It was my meticulously planned affair, and I had no regrets about its duration. The actual wedding ceremony was scheduled for about a week later, so at this point, the mansion was filled with close friends and relatives. Other guests were expected to arrive a day before the wedding, while some would come on the final day.

However, amidst the people present here, there were a few individuals whom I despised, and one of them was undeniably my mother. The only reason she was here was to face the consequences of her past actions.

"Your father truly cares about you," Jacob said, a smile playing on his lips as he handed me a cup of coffee. He glanced over at Dad, who was massaging my feet as a way of compensating for the upheaval he had caused by inviting my mother to the wedding.

Dad's intentions were not unfounded; he simply wanted to mend the strained relationship between my mother and me. However, that doesn't excuse him from the fact that he invited her to his wedding without informing me. He had done it completely behind my back, making him a culprit in my eyes, even if not in reality.

"I know, right?" I chuckled, leaning in to press a kiss on Dad's cheek. "But sometimes he just acts like a bonehead."

While Jacob and Clara burst into laughter, a deep frown settled on Dad's face, clearly displaying his irritation.

"Excuse me, this foot massage doesn't give you the right to call me stupid. You won't be getting anything else as compensation," Dad retorted.

"You're too cute," I laughed.

"And you're too stubborn."

"That's kind of true," Jacob chimed in, taking a sip of his coffee. A small, almost imperceptible smirk formed at the corner of his lips.

However, as soon as Dad's gaze fell on him, Jacob quickly brushed it off with a laugh. "She's always been like this since childhood, hasn't she?"

Dad's earlier peculiar expression disappeared, replaced by a plain, blank expression.

"Yeah, she has always been like this. Stubborn and a bit childish," he chuckled lightly.

"Excuse me," I frowned, feeling the need to defend myself. "I was never childish."

to break it to you, but that's debatable," Clara interjected, causing a gasp of disbelief to escape from my

them, "Clara, you were supposed to be on

didn't mean it... What I meant is that..."

so much, Clara. That was truly helpful," I

could respond, a voice interrupted us- the last person I wanted to see at

mother, Danica, entered the hall, and suddenly,

Danica," Clara greeted her with a

and Dad before her gaze finally fell upon me. Though I had purposely avoided looking

me. No matter how many years we had spent apart, she was

to Jacob, who sat across from Dad and me on the couch. I

and at that moment, the invisible restraints that had held me back from communicating seemed to

slowly, creeping up on me until it became a full-blown dependency, without me even realising it. Now that I finally acknowledged it, it seemed too late to do anything

exchange between Jacob and me, but she chose to remain

I forced a smile onto my

her face at my response. Maybe I hadn't sounded as cold as I did the

her eyes. It seemed that a simple response from me had brought her

truly loved me so much, then why did she leave us in the first place? It just didn't fit

Samuel, he mentioned

remembered that I struggled with

and husband years ago, it was surprising

past few years, and my maths skills have improved," I cleared my throat,

me.

smiled. "And your friend Mason, Nancy, and... what's her name... Jennie? Are

more she spoke, the more uncomfortable I felt. I had never expected her to remember anything about me, let alone these small details that were

"I didn't really get the chance to catch up on

for not maintaining contact with her all these years. Yes, she tried to reach out

the events of my life was simple. She abandoned me, despite my desperate pleas for her to stay. At the time when Dad and I needed her the most, she chose to step away. So why should I