The car stopped in front of Tila’s house. Neither Tila nor Hunter spoke for a while.

Tila folded her arms and stared out the window. Then she turned to him and said coldly, “I’m disappointed in you.”

Hunter turned weakly, his hand resting on his cane. “Why?” he asked, his voice quiet.

“You shouldn’t have fought with Philip,” Tila said, her voice sharp. “Maybe if you had stayed calm, your grandmother would have given her blessing. But you lost your temper in front of everyone.”And now your grandmother hates me even more.

Hunter looked away, his jaw tight.

“What’s the plan now?” Tila asked sharply. “Do you think you can...