“Dad... she’s on her period,” Henry finally whispered, his jaw tight. “She has cramps and couldn’t make it tonight.”

“Oh? Is she fine? Has she taken any medicine? I hope you’re taking good care of her,” Mr Williams asked, genuine concern lacing his voice.

“Of course she’s fine. She just doesn’t dare show up, so she lied about having cramps. She’s actually smart—saving herself from disgrace,” Mrs Williams said sarcastically, her eyes narrowing.

“Honey, must you always behave like this?” Mr Williams snapped, irritation flashing in his eyes. “There are many guests here. Could you, for once, keep quiet and stop meddling in everything?”

“You call this meddling?” Mrs Williams...