My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 111

Evelyn

"God, I can't even express how thrilled I am to have both of you here," Rosaline enveloped me in a tight hug the moment we walked in. "I've already set up the room for you two, and I've prepared a variety of dishes! I still can't believe my stupid son finally made a good decision."

"Well, technically, he didn't. I did," I chuckled as she released me from the hug.

"Really? So this idiot didn't even consider bringing you here to stay with us for a few days?" Her glare fixed on Jacob. "How dare you?!"

"Hey, don't start this, Evie. You're making trouble for me!" Jacob's disbelief turned to me, causing a giggle to escape my lips. He then faced his mother, his tone urgent. "Mom, trust me it was my idea to stay here. She's lying."

"Is she?" Enzo raised an eyebrow, munching on a packet of chips. "I don't think so, because you, my son, seem to prefer staying everywhere else but at home."

"Dad, I can't believe you're doing this right now. Should I spill your secrets to Mom?"

"What secrets?" Rosaline's attention swiftly shifted, a furrow forming between her eyebrows.

Well, this was certainly getting interesting.

"He's just bluffing," Enzo chuckled, seemingly unfazed. "I've got no secrets." Despite his confident demeanor, Jacob appeared equally assured.

As this ridiculous confrontation continued, I pondered that it was either something Enzo had forgotten, or he knew of it but was unaware that Jacob was also privy to the information.

Yes, it had to be one of those. Having witnessed numerous clashes between Dad and Clara, I was adept at drawing conclusions.

A smirk formed at the corner of Jacob's lips before he spoke up. "Oh really? So you're saying you've quit smoking and strictly follow the doctor's advice now?"

And there it was—the bomb dropped.

Enzo's eyes widened in surprise, and he froze in place. Slowly, with palpable apprehension, his gaze shifted to Rosaline, whose expression had shifted dramatically—she appeared furious, her face flushed as if she were about to kill Enzo.

Okay...

"Tu monello!" (you brat) Enzo stood up, glaring at Jacob. "Come osi spiare tuo padre?" (How dare you spy on your father?)

My deduction was spot on. He wasn't aware that Jacob knew until now.

"I just happened to see you a couple of times. Besides, my eyes are everywhere," Jacob retorted smugly, clearly proud of cornering his dad.

"So that means you do smoke!" Rosaline confronted Enzo, her hands clenched at her sides. "Sei uno stronzo!" (you are an asshole)

In a split second, Rosaline stormed into the kitchen and grabbed a large spatula.

Enzo's eyes widened further as he glanced between Rosaline and his son. "What the fuck have you done, Jacob?!"

Jacob chuckled in response, unwavered. "You deserved it, Dad. You shouldn't be smoking; the doctor forbade it."

"I'll wring your neck today!" Rosaline advanced toward him, and as I watched in disbelief, Enzo leaped off the couch and sprinted for the stairs, desperate to save his dear life.

"This is domestic violence, Rosaline! I can report you to the police!" Enzo shouted in alarm, running from her as she made advances to hit him.

"I'll show you every kind of violence today, just wait and watch, you jerk! How dare you go near those cigarettes?!"

"Jacob, why don't you do something? Go, stop them!" I looked at Jacob.

"Don't worry. It's their usual banter. Nothing serious," He shrugged nonchalantly and strolled into the kitchen, helping himself to cookies.

I couldn't believe him!

Was he truly seeing no reason to intervene and halt their fight?

"What if things escalate?" Concern gnawed at me at this point.

He chuckled, gesturing for me to come closer. "Come here."