In the afternoon, the wedding concluded successfully. After sending the guests off, my alpha father immediately darkened his expression and continued urging my mother to call me. I had brought the greatest embarrassment to his alpha life.

Delilah's eyes were red, and the few rhinestones at the corners of her eyes glistened with tears. She held my father's hand and spoke soothingly, “Let it go, Dad. Peachy is still just a child; she might just be throwing a tantrum. As her sister, I shouldn’t hold it against her.”

Indeed, a rare glimmer of tenderness crossed my father’s usually indifferent face.

Abelard, clearly displeased, said, “Sis, you’re just thinking too highly...