His prejudice was too great, and she didn't want to argue with him any longer, "Dad, it's getting late, Grandpa and Grandma are still waiting for me, I should head back."
After saying that, she took a sip of the milk tea he had prepared, "Actually, I prefer fruit tea over milk tea."
Such a simple remark.
But Jericho Prescott sensed a double meaning in her words.
He watched her departing figure, his voice caught in his throat, unable to speak.
Finn Prescott saw the complexity in his expression.
Conflict, loneliness, and concerns about his sister's future, all were present.
He understood his current feelings but couldn't offer comfort, so he stood up, "I'll go walk Claire out."
It was only a quarter past nine at night, not really late; Claire was eager to return to reunite with the two elders.
He personally drove her.
On the road.
He couldn't help but advise, "Dad disagrees with you being with Keane Lowell because he's worried Keane has ulterior motives towards you."
