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."

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

side with them, "Clara,

tongue. "Well, I didn't mean it... What I meant is that..." She searched for the right words but stumbled upon nonsense. "You can never be childish. Yeah, you never act like

was truly helpful," I

caught the sarcasm in my voice, before she could respond, a voice interrupted us- the last

mother, Danica, entered the hall, and suddenly, the desire to be there vanished

her with a smile. "Here,

her gaze finally fell upon me. Though I had purposely avoided

matter how many years we had spent apart, she

"How's everything going?" Without knowing why, my gaze shifted to Jacob, who sat across from Dad and me on the couch. I felt a strange mix of certainty and uncertainty,

if he had read my thoughts, Jacob subtly nodded and blinked, and at that moment, the invisible restraints that had held me back from communicating seemed

up on me until it became a full-blown dependency, without me even

and me, but she

forced a smile onto my face, "How are

face at my response. Maybe I

It seemed that a simple response from me had brought her an unbelievable

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

are you doing with your studies? I remember the last time I heard from Samuel, he mentioned that you did really well in the semester. Have you

that I struggled with

husband years ago, it was surprising that

to me over the past few years, and my maths skills have improved," I cleared my throat, feeling a peculiar

me.

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

remember anything about me, let alone these small details that were once

eyes making me want to avert my gaze, "I didn't really get the chance to catch up on your daily life. It's Samuel who

my cheek, trying to quell the guilt that had been lingering within me. I shouldn't feel guilty for not maintaining contact with her all these years. Yes, she tried to reach out to me multiple times, but it was she who left 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