Drinking wine was just a cover to ease the tense atmosphere, and I was getting worried that things would become even more awkward. I filled the glasses halfway then took them and went back to sit down.
As soon as I handed the wine to Hendrix, Anne rose up from her seat.
"Mom, dad, now that I'm done talking, I'll leave you two to get your rest. If you'll excuse me."
"You're leaving?" I was a little surprised. Anne had yet to state the real reason she was here. Why was she leaving already?
Anne pressed her lips together and said with a smile, "It's been a rough day and I'm kind of sleepy now."
In this case, I wouldn't make her stay. "Well, if you're tired, go to sleep. You can sleep in tomorrow. I still believe that if you have a family to support you, you shouldn't push yourself too hard. You've always been a good daughter, you don't need to prove yourself by chasing success in business. Do you understand?"
"I understand. Thank you, mom. Good night."
"Good night."
She then turned around and walked out, gently closing the door.
Hendrix acted as though nothing had happened. He held the glass in his hand and slowly shook it to sober himself up. The dim corners of his mouth curved under the lights. He looked very relaxed.
"You don't feel bad at all for hurting your daughter's heart." I deliberately teased him and drank the wine in one gulp.
Hendrix grabbed the wine glass and placed it on the table. His eyes were smiling. "Feel bad? How so? I couldn't feel any happier."
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