The VVIP room felt oddly quiet once Delphinia and Ashton were gone, leaving Evander and Lydia alone with nothing to say. Lydia's fingers tightened slightly around the napkin on her lap as she studied the man in front of her.
Evander, ever composed, took a sip of his water, his expression unreadable. His gaze was sharp but calm, showing neither hostility nor warmth. It was as if he were merely a spectator rather than a participant in this long-overdue conversation.
Lydia was the first to break the silence. "Did you bring your wife here on purpose?" she asked, her voice laced with accusation. "Did you think humiliating me like this was necessary?"
Lydia's heart dropped the moment she saw Delphinia walk in.
She had expected this lunch to be tense, yes, but manageable. Just her, Evander, and Ashton. A chance to ease her way back into her son's life without any unnecessary distractions. But then, Delphinia had stepped in, and in an instant, everything had crumbled.
