I raised my head and looked at his calculating face.
I nodded in response. "Alright."
My decisiveness left them all stunned for a moment.
Saoirse was the first to react, with a satisfied smile on her face. "See, Zenon was the most understanding."
She immediately made the decision. "Transfer the shares in my company under your name as well. For our child, you shouldn't mind, right?"
Oliver leaned in her arm and pulled her sleeves pretending to be worried. "Saoirse, don't do this, Zenon will be unhappy."
Jack smiled disdainfully.
"How come? You're very happy, aren't you, Zenon? Come on, raise a glass for Oliver and say a few words of blessings."
Saoirse picked up a glass of red wine and handed it to me.
"I can't drink," I said.
Her face instantly darkened.
"Can't drink? Why didn't you say you couldn't drink at the drinking table to handle a project in the south until you had stomach bleeding?"
Jack chimed in. "That's right. How many drinking parties have you attended over the years? I saw you having a great time back then —so much even when we told you not to go, you insisted on going."