Wenham furrowed his brows. “Freesia wouldn’t have fussed with the kids.”
Darcie’s face turned pale, and her heart was shattered.
Wenham was about to say something else, but she had already turned around and left without a word.
Trevor leaned back on the couch and observed his father’s troubled expression. “Shouldn’t you go upstairs and comfort her?” he casually remarked.
Wenham shot him a glare. “This wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for you!”
Trevor shrugged. “I’m just telling it like it is. Who would’ve thought that Darcie would be so sensitive?”
Wenham was frustrated. He had little experience in comforting women. His late wife was a straightforward person. It was easy to know whether she liked something or not. She would tell him whenever she was angry.
Darcie, however, was different. Although she was understanding, her temperament was far less carefree. She would always overthink people’s words and come up with many interpretations. She was both perceptive and sensitive.
When Darcie was younger, she would often get mad because of something Wenham had said or done. Now that she was older, she was less likely to sulk on her own, but she still did so at times.
Seeing Darcie so upset, Wenham felt distressed at the thought of having to comfort her. He could not help but find his son annoying as well. “You’re making things worse with your words. Only a fool wouldn’t pick up on what you were hinting.”
“If the shoe fits.” Trevor stood up and continued, “I’m leaving. Have fun.”
His response rendered Wenham speechless.
Keegan and Stella took a nearly four-hour flight to Grandale, a city in Hustuabourg.
It was already past 11 p.m. when they arrived. They had to transfer in between flights, which took some extra time. By the time the couple reached their hotel near Solstice Shore, it was already 2 a.m.
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