“Henry! Don’t joke around like that!” Irene called out, her voice sharp.
Then, noticing the mocking smile tugging at my lips, she quickly added, “What I meant is—Leo has always been gentle and kind. I’m sure he’s already forgiven you. There’s no need for you to rush into a marriage.”
“Right, Leo? Let’s just put yesterday behind us and pretend it never happened. Okay?”
My children’s bones weren’t even cold, yet she had been wrapped in tender whispers beneath a sky of fireworks with her little puppy.
And now, she wanted me to just… drop it?
Of course. I could.
I gave her a slow, mocking smile. “It’s fine. I don’t mind.”
After all, they’d be heading to Africa soon enough.
Whatever their relationship really was, wherever they went last night, whatever they did, I didn’t care in the slightest.
Hearing my response, Irene seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
“It’s good you’re being reasonable. I’ve rescheduled all my surgeries—I’ll stay with you for the next few days. Once your mood is better, once the seventh day after the kids’ passing has passed, I’ll go back to work.”
I nodded calmly. “Alright.”