Watching his son ascend the stairs, Christopher Cooper rely shook his head and walked down the staircase into the dining room.
In the dining room, Vera Wave was about to sample the Rice Stead Pork Ribs that Bailey Hansen had served her. Spotting Christopher entering, she hastily set down her chopsticks and stood up.
"...Dad!"
Over the years, she had harbored so resentnt towards Christopher, and her guilt towards him had only grown stronger.
Christopher raised a hand to steady her shoulder. "Sit down and eat. It won’t taste as good once it gets cold!"
There was nothing unusual in his tone. It was as if nothing had happened, as if she had simply gone to work and returned for dinner.
Vera lifted her face to et his eyes.
"Dad, I..."
The man’s lips curved into a gentle smile. "It’s good that you’re back. Let’s eat!"
As he spoke, the hand on her shoulder applied a little more pressure.
Vera looked at him, her brows slightly furrowed. The man’s eyes, like Kris Cooper’s, held a hint of amber. They were peach-blossom eyes that seed to smile even when he wasn’t. His gaze was clear, showing no hidden emotions—only tolerance and concern.
That gaze... it was identical to how her own father used to look at her.
Vera sniffed, unable to hold back any longer, and threw her arms around the tall man before her.
"Dad, I’m sorry!"
"Silly girl!" Christopher laughed and patted her back. "It’s okay, don’t cry. Be good now! Otherwise, when that brat cos downstairs, he’ll think I’m bullying you and want to duel . Then we can forget about these ribs."
Everyone burst out laughing. Vera also managed a smile and straightened up from his embrace as Bailey handed her a tissue to wipe her face.
By the ti Kris Cooper had changed his clothes and co downstairs to the dining room, the family was already seated joyfully around the table, beginning their dinner.
"What? You didn’t wait for ? Did you guys finish all my Stead Pork Ribs with Rice Flour?"
"Why should we wait for you?" Christopher retorted, his tone scornful.
Bailey chid in, "What do you an *your* Stead Pork Ribs with Rice Flour? I clearly made them for Vera!"
"Exactly!" Henry Cooper joined in. "What does this have to do with you?"
Vera placed two pork ribs from the small mountain on her plate onto his.
"Humph!" Kris shot a glare at his family. "My wife is the only one who cares about ! It’s like I’m your son and grandson for nothing!"
This wasn’t the first ti Vera had witnessed such banter among the four of them. She knew that despite their teasing, they cared deeply for one another.
As they continued eating, Henry Cooper asked about Vera’s pregnancy.
Hearing that she had been examined and everything was normal, the old man seed to breathe a huge sigh of relief.
"I used to think I’d definitely never get to see my great-grandchild, but now it seems I actually have so good fortune, eh?"
Kris chuckled. "So good fortune, Grandpa? You’re incredibly lucky! Otherwise, how could you have such a handso grandson like ?"
"Oh, please! You little rascal, all you do is cause trouble." Henry Cooper turned to Vera with a gentle look. "In my opinion, our Vera is the most sensible. Your mother and Vera marrying into the Cooper family—that is my greatest fortune."
The al was exceptionally harmonious.
No one ntioned Vera’s departure at all.
After dinner, Bailey brought over a fruit platter, handing it to Kris for him and Vera to take upstairs.
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