Idris had just returned when he heard Catrin asking the butler to destroy sothing. His sharp gaze darted to look at the butler before noticing sothing in his hand.
"What is that?" he asked, opening his hand to the butler, asking him to pass it to him.
Mr. Cole hesitated, his eyes darting to look at Catrin, waiting for any signal that would guide him out of this situation. But when even after none ca, he had no other option but to hand over the photograph.
Idris took it from his hand and casually flipped to check. When he saw Ryan on it, his brows drew in a frown. "Why are you holding his picture?" he asked, glancing back at the butler before turning to look at Catrin, as if waiting to hear her answer.
Catrin stared at him for a second before furrowing her brows. "What are you intending to say, Idris?" she asked, before tilting her chin towards the photograph he held in his hand. "What can I do with a simple picture? Don't tell that your doubts for have increased so much that now you don't even care to think twice before blaming ."
If it had been before, Idris would have imdiately felt guilty and would have done everything to explain himself. However recently, he had changed this habit of his. "Who else do you think should I bla, if not you?" he asked with a scoff, before handing back the picture to the butler. "After all, hadn't you vowed to ruin the things to the worst?"
"Idris —"
"Just tell what I asked for," Idris interrupted, showing his impatience as clearly as he could. "What were you doing with this picture?" His gaze darted again to look at the butler, this ti more dangerously
Mr. Cole felt that gaze forcing him to speak it all. And he was about to lose it when Catrin spoke.
"We were doing nothing with this picture." Her words ca through a frustrated grit. "Mr. Cole found that picture in Arwen's room so he brought it to asking what he should do with it. And that's when I told him to destroy it. Do you have any more questions? If yes, shoot them out and I will answer them once and for all. I can't take the way you have recently started behaving."
Idris studied his wife's face for a mont. Although she had put it very simply, he had a feeling that things weren't as simple as she had made them look.
"Idris, Arwen is my daughter. I won't decide on anything that's not right for her. Why can't you believe ?" she asked, sounding helpless while seeking the warmth of his understanding.
But instead of giving her what she wanted, Idris shook his head. "It's not that I don't believe you, Catrin. I do believe you in so of the decisions, especially when it cos to business. However, when it's about Arwen, I feel that you lack so much that no matter what you decide for her, it won't be right. So, I just want you to save both your effort and intention."
"Idris, you —"
Before she could say anything, he turned to look at the butler and instructed, "Arwen's room should stay intact. Her things shouldn't be touched or removed without her permission." Saying that, he gave a look to Catrin, and then without staying for another second walked towards the staircase.
Behind, Catrin stood brooding. She had thought she would try to convince Idris to believe that Arwen loves Ryan and just compromising now because of what happened. But little did she expect that Idris wouldn't give her the chance itself. It was as if he had long decided to blindly accept whatever Arwen decided on.
For once can he think like a father?
***
After coming out of the Quinn Mansion, Ryan drove his way back to his condo. He had brought Arwen's diary with him and for the whole ti, he had been staring at the sketch that she had drawn of him. He simply couldn't look away from it.
But knowing that there was more for him to read in the book, he was about to flip the page when his phone rang interrupting him. He would have chosen to ignore the call without another blink if he hadn't seen his mother calling him.
"Mom," he said answering the call, and through the other end, Beca's voice was heard.
"Ryan," Beca spoke, her voice as calm as he had always heard her. "Where are you? You will be coming to the dinner, right?"
Ryan realized that in his happiness, he had almost forgotten that tonight Arwen would be coming back for dinner. "Oh, yes," he said, quickly tucking the diary back inside his suit jacket's pocket. "I am just on my way ho. Has Arwen arrived already?"
"No, she hasn't," Beca replied. "I just called to confirm with you and also tell you sothing …" her voice trailed off, and Ryan paused for a second before asking.
"What is it, Mom? Has Arwen cancelled the dinner plan?"
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"She didn't, and I hope you do nothing that makes her reconsider accepting my invites the next ti," Beca clearly sounded worried and she didn't even try to hide it. "Ryan, rember, I am only letting you co today so that you get a breakthrough in everything. So that you understand that you have already lost her. Don't do anything that would make regret including you today. Arwen is not just my guest, she is like my daughter. And I won't like it if soone tries to ruin her happiness, even if that soone is my own son. You get it what I saying, right?"
Ryan didn't mind her mother's words. Instead, his lips curled in a smile as he affird, "I get it, Mom."
With that, he didn't say more. Hanging up he kept the phone back in his pocket and muttered. "I won't do anything that would ruin her happiness, Mom. I will just help her rember what she seed to have forgotten —her love for ."
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