Chapter 1670

Lincoln watched the scene unfold, his confusion deepening as he became lost in his own thoughts. As the dishes were served, several minutes passed in uncomfortable silence, the atmosphere thick with unspoken words. Unable to hold back any longer, Helen blurted out, "Taylor, you're a man—why don't you go first?" "What am I supposed to say?" Taylor mumbled, nervously fiddling with his fingers. He avoided eye contact, clearly uncomfortable with the topic. "Talk about your situation with Abigail!" Helen pressed, her hints becoming more pointed. "Stop playing coy and just get to the point." Taylor fell silent, unsure of how to respond. Beside them, Jenson sat with his teacup, glancing back and forth between them. "It's hard to talk about this kind of thing…" Taylor replied, struggling to find the right words. "Just say whether you want to be with Aunt Abigail or not! What's so hard about that?" Sienna blurted out, cutting through the tension. Helen raised an eyebrow, taking a sharp