Chapter 963: Am I So Frightening (part one)

Edward walked into the dining room with such a question in his head, as he saw Daisy step out of the kitchen with a bowl and a pair of chopsticks in her hands. She carefully put them in front of the vacant seat next to Cynthia.

"Daisy, there were enough bowls and chopsticks on the table. Whom are these for?" Cynthia asked in confusion. All the people who were going to have dinner were at the table already. She wondered if Daisy was expecting a guest.

"Mom, Dad is home. He is washing his hands. He will join us in a minute," Daisy replied with a smile and went to her seat. Edward sat next to her and was looking at her rather mischievously.

"Oh. I didn't expect him to come home so soon. Son, is your leg okay?" As much as she knew the question might embarrass Daisy, Cynthia couldn't help but ask out of her maternal instincts.

"My leg is fine, but someone else's seems otherwise," Edward said as he threw a glance at Daisy, his eyebrows raised.

"No way! Daddy, did you stomp on mommy's leg too?" Justin looked at Edward in surprise. There was accusation in his eyes, as if Edward had done something unforgivable.

"Do I look like somebody so unreasonable?" Edward asked and looked at Daisy pitifully, indicating that she was the one who was guilty.

"Then who was the 'someone else' you referred to?" Justin asked, wondering whom it could be, if it wasn't his Mommy.

"I meant your Mommy was injured too, but not by me." Edward rolled his eyes at Justin. 'What's up with him? He is usually so smart, but why can't he take a hint today?' Edward thought.

"What? Is it bad? Mommy, let me have a look at your injury." Justin jumped off the chair and hastened over to Daisy.

It's nothing serious. Go back to your seat and eat your dinner." Daisy glared at Edward. Leave it to him to try and make trouble! He was trying to expose her injury in front of the entire family, which would only make all of them worry about her. He should know better than that.

"Daisy, what happened? Is it serious? I think we'd better call Tom and let him have a look at it." Cynthia was worried. Her face reflected the anxiety she felt for Daisy.

"Mom, I'm fine. It is just a scrape I got during training. It's no big deal. You shouldn't worry so much." As Daisy had expected, Edward's words were like a typhoon, bringing about immense waves on the serene waters.

You are too careless. How are we supposed not to be worried about you?" Cynthia's eyebrows furrowed. This was nothing new. Ever since she came home from abroad, she had seen first-hand a lot of Daisy's injuries. Cynthia was starting to think more and more that Daisy's job was far too dangerous.

"I promise I will be more careful, so please don't worry about me, okay?" Daisy pursed her lips. She was so touched. A surge of strong emotions enveloped her as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. It had been too long since the last time she felt the love of her parents. Cynthia considered Daisy her own daughter. Her concern made her feel cherished. It brought back all the sad memories and stirred up the pain inflicted by everything that had happened in her own family.

What's going on here? What's with the long faces?" came Jonathan's cold voice as he appeared in the dining room.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, you're back!" Justin was the only one who could make Jonathan smile in this family besides Cynthia.

"Yes. Did you miss Grandpa?" Jonathan lifted Justin up and held him in his arms as his eyes fixed on Cynthia, who had a gloomy look on her face. He couldn't help but frown. His gaze swept across the rest of the table, looking for the source of her distress.

"Yes, I did, but Grandma missed you even more." Justin gave a sweet smile. His words stunned the people present in the room. Cynthia's face flamed with embarrassment.

"Oh? Is that so?" Jonathan asked. He was an arrogant man who never cared what other people thought of him. Edward had learned from the best in this respect.

"Never mind. Let's eat." Unable to take the embarrassment any longer, Cynthia changed the subject quickly. She was unwilling to hear one more word about it.

Jonathan smiled indifferently and put Justin down on the chair, without taking his gaze off Cynthia's pretty face.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?" Cynthia rolled her eyes at Jonathan. However, she soon realized the the reason for it and smiled at him, her eyes widening.

You tell me. Why did you keep such an important matter from me?" Jonathan looked at her firmly. The expression on his face revealed nothing.

"What difference does it make? You knew about it anyway, even though I didn't tell you," Cynthia replied, looking back at him without the slightest fear in her eyes.

"You know very well it makes a big difference. I prefer to hear it from you instead of others!" Jonathan narrowed his stubborn eyes at Cynthia. His arrogant aura spread across the room, as if no one but Jonathan himself mattered.

You didn't hear it from me because I couldn't make it in time. I intended to tell you when you got home. But who knew I would be one step slower than the others." Jonathan's frigid expression didn't scare Cynthia. She knew he wouldn't do anything about it but punish her in bed. It had been his only form of punishment for her in the past decades. Hence, she remained calm.

The wicked smile on Jonathan's face told Daisy where Edward had inherited his personality from. It was clearly from his father, who was as bossy and domineering as him.

"You weren't just one step slower, but hours," Jonathan said to Cynthia. He still sounded sullen, but he was also unwilling to see her unhappy, so his tone softened a bit. Fortunately, he had arranged bodyguards to protect her furtively. Otherwise, God only knew what she could have done to protect herself when she had to face Jessica with those hooligans in the coffee shop.

"It has been that long? You must be fooling me." With Jonathan, Cynthia always acted like a teenage girl. Not like a woman who had become a grandma. The way they interacted with each other was the best evidence of their devotion to each other.

"How could you not tell me what happened in that coffee shop? Do you still consider me your husband or not?" Coldness emanated from Jonathan. The air around him seemed to freeze. Even Luke seemed much warmer compared to him.

"Fine, I was wrong. Let's talk about this after dinner, all right? The kids are watching us." Cynthia got chills whenever Jonathan was mad. This man was like a mystery. After so many years, there were still some things about him that she could not understand.

Upon hearing Cynthia's words, Jonathan glanced at the others seated at the table. He took a seat himself and started eating without another word. He noticed the anxiety on their faces. Were they worried that he would act out? If so, they didn't know him that well, because he would never hit a woman! He had just lost control over his emotions for a while. That was all.

The meal got over amidst tension. Everybody was too cautious. Daisy didn't even dare let out a long breath until she was upstairs in her room.

"Come on. This is too much. You can't be so scared," Edward made fun of her. After all, she was a Senior Colonel! How could she get scared so easily? Wasn't it humiliating?

"Weren't YOU scared? If not, how come you didn't say a single word during dinner?" Daisy cast a contemptuous look at him, angry that he was making fun of her when she was so beside herself.