"Do you stay in the same room?" Desmond asked with confusion brimming in his eyes.
He did not expect Jessica and Davis relationship to have progressed to the point of living together in the same room.
Jessica laughed lightly "Aren’t we married? What is the point of living separately?"
Davis looked at her seriously, with her attitude he didn’t expect she will readily accept it that way or is it just to spite Desmond? Whatever reason she has he was very grateful.
Desmond face twisted, he cannot believe he is losing all his cards in one single day. He married the Brown daughter to Davis with the intention of controlling Davis through her, making him remain in pain at the very thought of remembering his marriage and how it came to be, possibly they should always see each other as enemy but their interactions speak otherwise.
"Dad, it will be wise you pause whatever discussion you have with them and take a good rest looking at your condition" He scowled.
Their presence since the dinner was disruptive and letting them stay further, he didn’t want to imagine the effect. He didn’t want the old man rekindling the love Davis had extinguished when he got into accident.
Jessica, sighed briefly while casting a furtive glance at him "Are you worried about Grandfather’s safety, or are you upset that we’re staying?" She smirked.
Desmond’s jaw clenched, his eyes darted to Davis again. "I have every reason to be concerned. The situation earlier was chaotic. What if—" He stopped himself, his fists tightening.
Davis’s gaze darkened. "What if what?" He didn’t need to be told what he is thinking.
Desmond scoffed. "Do I need to spell it out boldly when we all know how you have come to be since you lost your legs? How violent you have become? Who knows what you might do when you..."
Jessica’s gaze turned cold. This is definitely him trying to provoke Davis. Elder Allen’s fingers tapped lightly on his thigh "Desmond, that’s enough." He boomed in a steady, but authoritative tone that left him no choice then to obey.
"Your concerns are noted but at this point it is not necessary. Davis had not been at home for a long time and I wish to spend some time with him.This discussion is over." He instructed.
Desmond gritted his teeth, his frustration boiled over with his brain spinning rapidly for a plan-B. "Fine, I am just looking out for you." He muttered as his fist clenched and unclenched.
He turned sharply to leave but hesitated at the door. His gaze venomous as it swept over Davis and Jessica. "Uncle, you have to get some rest when you go back" Jessica smirked.
Desmond inhaled sharply, his fists tightening at his sides. Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked out of the study, his thoughts in turmoil.
As members of the family had finally dispersed, the commotion died off and tranquility returned.
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