Callahan still didn't speak.
Dante looked at his grandson's cold, detached demeanor and felt as if he had reverted to the stiff, unfeeling person he was before he started dating Leilani. Seeing that Callahan remained silent, he waved his hand in frustration. "Forget it, forget it! Trying to get a word out of you is exhausting, like talking to a brick wall! I'm done trying to deal with you!"
Out of sight, out of mind. With that, Dante grabbed his fishing rod and stomped into the house, slamming the door with a thunderous bang.
The pondside fell quiet, leaving only the soft sound of the wind blowing across the water. Letty watched Dante's retreating figure with a helpless sigh. Looking at her son's tense profile, she sighed again and sat down beside him.
"Callahan. What's really going on? Is there a problem at the company that you can't handle?"
Callahan didn't answer, his eyes still glued to the water's surface as if there was something fascinating to study there.
"You and Leilani…" Letty chose her words carefully. "Did you two have a fight?"
After all, there weren't many people who could stir up her son's emotions, and Leilani was one of them.
Callahan's fingertips twitched slightly. He didn't want to tell Letty about his argument with Leilani. He shook his head and explained, "No, I'm just stressed about some things at work. Leilani didn't come today because she's been busy."
Letty raised an eyebrow. "So what exactly happened at the company that has you so worried? Or is this about Leilani?"
Did he think she didn't know her own son? It was obvious Callahan wasn't telling the truth.
Callahan fell silent. Letty looked at his impenetrable facade, feeling both annoyed and amused.
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