As the dinner drew to a close, Clyde was seen carrying Morgan towards the waiting car, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken emotions.
"See you again, buddy," Clyde murmured softly, his voice tinged with an undertone of longing as he gently ruffled Morgan's hair, planting a tender kiss atop his head.
"Dad, are you not going to come with us?" Morgan's innocent question hung in the air, laden with a sense of longing and confusion.
"I still have business to attend," Clyde coaxed gently, his voice carrying a note of regret. "But look, Vincent is very skilled in chess. I heard you wanted to learn chess last time. You'd better learn from him."
"Alright!" Morgan's excitement bubbled over, his determination clear. "I will defeat Vincent!"
A warm smile graced Clyde's lips at Morgan's enthusiasm.
Just as he turned to leave, his gaze caught the unmistakable jealousy burning in Mervyn's eyes.