"When are we telling her?" Evelyn asked.
A faint frown appeared on Axel's forehead, subtle but unmistakable.
Evelyn caught it immediately. A few months of loving him had trained her to notice the slightest changes in his expression.
Without saying a word, she gently squeezed his hand, her thumb brushing over his knuckles in quiet reassurance.
"Axel," she asked softly, careful not to sound demanding, "is it impossible for them to meet soon?"
He sighed, the weight of reality settling between them.
"Actually… Ethan was in an accident," he admitted. "He's injured. They can't meet right now. If Aunty Martha finds out, I'm afraid she'll only become more worried and even sadder."
Evelyn inhaled slowly. "Ah… you're right."
