My smile faded. I nodded slowly. “You’re right. I won’t do that anymore.”
My father-in-law’s face was red with fury. He pointed at Morgana and roared, “Why are you yelling at Nash? He didn’t say a word to me! I was the one who chose not to recognize you as my daughter!”
“Apologize to him right now!”
Morgana’s expression turned cold.
My father-in-law trembled with rage, nearly raising a hand to her. I quickly stepped in and pulled him inside the house.
Morgana followed behind, dragging Evren along.
“Nash, I know you’re angry that I didn’t come home on New Year’s Eve. I can explain.”
Morgana spoke with a cold face and a stiff tone.
“That night, I drank too much. Evren didn’t feel right letting me go home alone, so he looked after me all night.”
“Nothing happened between us. Don’t think such filthy thoughts.”
“Got it.”
I answered flatly.
Whether something happened that night or not, frankly, it no longer mattered to me.
“Aren’t you going to ask me anything?”
Morgana pressed again.
“No.”
I turned around and headed to the kitchen to help my mother-in-law cook.
Morgana had never stepped foot in the kitchen. She always said she hated the smell of cooking oil.