"Dad, this is between Florence and me," Luke said.
Florence stopped.
Father Gardiner glanced at Luke, his usual reckless and unruly nature, turned so dutiful and reserved lately at home.
He hardly believed this was the same Luke.
"So when do you two plan to drag it out till?" Father Gardiner said, "You've been married for years, three years, and still don't plan to have any?"
Old Mr. Gardiner's expression also became displeased: "I've hardly seen you care for him at home, and now that he's stayed here for a few days, you start to meddle."
"Dad," Father Gardiner sighed, "What I'm saying is the truth, you saw how I married and had a child within a year, under your pressure. Look at these two, it's been three years."
"And have you noticed what your son is like outside," Old Mr. Gardiner snorted.
Luke stood silently, looking at Florence who hadn't yet walked away, approached her and said softly, "Go back to the room and rest, I'll handle this."
