The silence between them hung heavy and oppressive, and Mr. Zhao's gaze softened just slightly, but the glint of determination never left his eyes. He looked at Mrs. Zhao, her trembling form wrapped in that dignified, flawless outfit, now creased and askew. He spoke, his voice calm yet cutting through the tension like a knife, "That's because, while you were so busy fueling your feud with the Wang family, I was more focused on what Nick felt after his separation from Amelia."
Mrs. Zhao's hands, still curled into fists, dug deeper, knuckles turning stark white. The defiance in her eyes wavered as his words sank in, but she held her ground, lips pressed into a thin line.