"Why do you think your grandfather asked me to meet him?" Oliver queried as he leaned back on his chair and turned to face the window, his eyes clouding over in a daze, thoughtfully.
"I have no idea, Dad. I am as much in the dark as you are."
Even if Oliver was yet to forgive him for kicking and hurting Aria, Noah still addressed him as his Dad, making the man fume in anger silently. Nothing he said or did made Noah to budge and eventually, Oliver gave up, ignoring his shamelessness as much as possible.
"I just hope it is not a trick of his to escape from his mistakes."
"I do not think so. It seemed as if Grandpa wanted to rectify everything and come clean before us. It did not seem like he was planning anything drastic."
"I hope that's the scenario. I just do not want any more misery to fall on my family." Oliver removed his glasses and pinched the space between his brows. "I wonder when this will all end. I am too tired to handle it anymore."
