The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 611

Callahan’s brow furrowed slightly, his tone uncharacteristically hesitant. "What… what do women usually get angry about?"

Letty’s eyebrows shot up, a flicker of understanding in her eyes. She walked back over to her son, a half-smile playing on her lips. "What’s this? Finally ready to admit you and Leilani are fighting?"

Callahan turned his head away, his voice low. "I never said it was about her."

Letty scoffed, cutting right through his pretense. "Besides Leilani, what other woman could possibly get you this worked up?"

Callahan was silent.

Seeing him so sullen and quiet, Letty sighed and decided not to tease him anymore. Instead, she switched gears and began to confidently impart her wisdom. "There are a million reasons a woman might get angry. You have to analyze each situation specifically. But!"

She paused for effect. "There is one thing they all have in common! Women! Hate! Being lied to."

"Because men and women see things differently, sometimes things you do can make us overthink. If there's a misunderstanding, you have to clear it up immediately. Don't let it fester, or in her eyes, it could become a deception."

Callahan’s expression darkened.

Observing him, Letty ventured a guess. "Did you… hide something from Leilani?"

Callahan’s lips thinned, but he said nothing.

Letty sighed and tried to coax him gently. "Callahan, honesty is the most important thing in a relationship. If you can't even give her that basic trust, how can you expect her to understand you?"

Callahan's fingers tightened slightly. After a long moment, he mumbled, "But if I tell her, it won't be a surprise anymore."

Letty shook her head and said no more.

…

Later that evening, not long after Callahan had left, Dante hobbled over to Letty on his cane.

"Letty, be honest with me," he said in a low voice. "Did that boy Callahan have a fight with Leilani?"

Letty was clearing away the coffee cups. She paused, then smiled. "Dad, where did you get an idea like that? Callahan's just swamped with work at the company lately. That's why he came home with such a long face."

Dante squinted suspiciously. "Really? But he didn't look like he was having trouble at work… He looked like…"