I had told him that mistakes weren’t scary as long as he was willing to learn from them.
He nodded as if he understood.
I thought he had learned the lesson. And he had.
I just never expected him to use it to defend Ava.
After he finished speaking, Hugo didn’t argue. He simply kept driving, his hands steady on the wheel, but his eyes flickered toward me now and then as if trying to read my reaction.
I gave him nothing. My face remained impassive, my gaze fixed straight ahead as if their conversation hadn’t touched me at all.
By the time we arrived home, Ava had already set the table. A feast awaited us, dish after dish, carefully prepared.
Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, her eyes red-rimmed, as if she had been crying.
The moment she saw us, she forced a smile.
"I just made a few simple dishes. I don’t know if they suit your tastes."
My gaze swept over the table.
Every dish was something Jasper and Hugo liked.
Hugo's favorites are spicy diced chicken and boiled pork slices especially.
But I couldn’t eat a single bite.
The doctor had warned me to avoid spicy food after the miscarriage.
Silently, I picked up some vegetables and sipped my soup.