Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

An hour later.

Frank asked Edward to send a message in the family group chat. He wanted everyone to gather so that they could have supper together.

Edward was a gentle person. He was gentle whenever he spoke or sent messages. He even reminded everyone in the group chat to gather soon. He was afraid the pasta would get soggy.

Frank prepared a plate of pasta for everyone. Edward helped bring them out. Frank went back inside the kitchen to take forks.

Everything was ready. Grace was sitting alone on the sofa in the living room downstairs. She was flipping through a magazine when she saw the message. She got up and headed to the dining room.

Frank took out his phone. He saw that Edward had typed out a long message. He wondered why there was a need to type that long. He could not help but ask, "Why did you have to spend so much effort to type a long message? You could have just told them supper is ready.” Edward was holding the last plate of pasta in his hand. His lips spread as he patiently explained, "It's always better to communicate thoroughly with family members. If we do not say much, they might speculate. They might wonder what's wrong." He always thought it would be better to explain things in depth.

Hearing that, Frank felt that it made sense. "That makes sense. You can start to eat. If it's not salty enough, you can add chili." Edward thought it was weird to hear that. Rose had mentioned that Frank's culinary skills were on par with a chef. There was no need for Frank to ask them to adjust the taste.

Seeing that Edward looked perplexed, Frank could guess what he was thinking. "Even if I'm a Michelin chef, | can't be sure everyone will like what I've made. Everybody has different tastes." At that moment, Rose was making her way downstairs with William. The latter was holding onto her arm. Frank was preparing to go upstairs. They met at the stairway. William asked, "Aren't you going to bring a plate up for Ava?" Frank replied, "I'll go and ask her. You guys eat first." Frank had long legs. He strode up the stairs within seconds. When he pushed open the door, he saw Ava standing by the bed.

She was preparing to go downstairs. He approached her and asked, "Do you want to go down and eat? Or do you want to eat here?" Ava replied, "I'll go down. Frank, don't be nervous. | can still walk now. It's just that my stomach is a little big, but it's alright. | want to chat with them. It's very boring to be alone upstairs.” Ava did not like to miss out on the fun. She did not want to be alone upstairs.

Frank nodded his head. He agreed. "Alright. Let's go downstairs and eat with the rest then.” Frank protected her when they made their way down the stairs. He stood so close to her that it seemed he was hugging her. He repeatedly reminded Ava to pay attention to the steps and to hold onto the handrail while walking. It almost sounded like nagging.

Frank behaved when they walked down the stairs. She stood there in a daze. She did not understand why Frank was so uptight. Just as she was about to speak, Edward placed his hand around her neck and squeezed it gently. He then led her to the dining room. "Let's eat." Rose's gaze lingered on her brother and sister-in-law. It took a few seconds before she replied mechanically,

"Of course. | guessed that you won't make supper for me. You don't love your cute sister anymore." Frank did not raise his head. He continued to eat his pasta. However, his reply was more relenting this time. "If | make supper, your share

"It's quite good. It tastes better than the pasta cooked by the cook in the restaurant.” Rose smiled smugly. "My recommendations can't go wrong." Frank finished his pasta in no time. Ava was taking small bites of hers. She could not help but praise. "It's indeed delicious.” Frank was satisfied. "I can make it again tomorrow if you like." Rose could not help but compare how Frank replied to her and Ava. Ava's words

comparatively inferior. He knew he would have to work hard if he wanted his culinary skills to be on par with Frank. He decided to learn from the Roberts family

up and brought the plates into the kitchen. She said, "You can go upstairs after

are you so annoying? I'd like you more if your words were as fragrant as your pasta.” Frank rolled his eyes. "Hurry up and finish eating. You can check on Harper and see if he has kicked his blanket." Rose used her fork to

smiled sweetly and said, "Alright. Go and check on Harper." Looking at Frank's back as he went upstairs, Rose was smug. "Frank's just stubborn. He's soft-hearted. Ava, don't you agree he has a warm personality?

"Frank is indeed a good man. | have good eyesight." Rose gave Ava a thumbs-up. There was no denying what Ava said. She agreed

The next morning.

company after

and Edward woke up after Frank.

Rose leaped down the stairs. "Yes. He should be up by nine. Mom, you don't have to get up so early." "I'm used to it. | can't sleep even if | lie down. Edward, hurry up and eat." Edward sat down on the chair. He was embarrassed to have his mother-in-law stay at home and not go to work. He asked, "Why don't | bring Harper to the company? | haven't been busy recently.” Grace knew what her son-in-law was thinking. "Harper is my grandchild. I've told Rose to let me care for her for a while. | plan to rest at home for a while." Rose took a bite of her hotdog. She nodded. "Yes. That's right. We'd made such an arrangement before Ava came. That was why | bought our mother the plane tickets for them to travel. | don't think I

go to work. I'll go take a look at Harper." She thought Harper might cry if no

you." Grace smiled and

suddenly tilted her head and looked

pregnant.” Edward could not help but choke on his coffee when he heard what Rose