Mr. Carter entered the bedroom with a heavy sigh and tossed his briefcase onto the chair. His wife, who had been folding clothes on the bed, paused immediately.

“Darling… what’s wrong? You look upset,” she asked, walking closer.

He shook his head, annoyed all over again.

“Damian. That boy is biting more than he can chew.”

She raised a brow. “What did he do this time?”

Mr. Carter hissed and began pacing.

“I congratulated him about Selene’s pregnancy. I told him Aria informed us.”

He suddenly mimicked Damian’s voice in irritation.

‘Oh, Aria? I haven’t seen her since yesterday.’

He dropped his hand. “Can you imagine? Like he doesn’t know...