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."

but that's debatable," Clara interjected, causing a gasp of disbelief

wasn't supposed to side with them, "Clara, you were supposed

she bit her 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

That was

a voice interrupted us- the last

entered the hall, and suddenly,

Danica," Clara greeted her with a smile. "Here, take a

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

we had spent apart, she was still my mother, and interpreting her

to Jacob, who sat across from Dad and me on the couch. I felt a strange mix

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

to rely on him, almost unconsciously. It had happened slowly, creeping up on me until it became a full-blown dependency, without me even realising it. Now that I finally acknowledged it,

silent exchange between Jacob and me, but she chose

forced a smile onto my face, "How

at my response. Maybe I hadn't sounded as cold as I

in her eyes. It seemed that a simple response from me

why did she leave us

with your studies? I remember the last time I heard from Samuel, he

that I

had left her child and husband years ago, it was surprising that she still retained such

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

me.

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

about me, let alone these small details that were once a part of my life. "Yeah, everything's good. We are still friends, just like before. Thanks for

gaze, "I didn't really get the chance to catch up on your daily life. It's Samuel who has always kept me informed about

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,

the time when Dad and I needed her the most, she chose to step away. So why should I feel obligated to share my