Chapter 61

Alston's face darkened, his gaze upon Cecilia as icy as the stare of a glacier. "What do you want to talk to me about?" Alston asked, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and placing it between his lips. A puff of smoke escaped his slender lips, adding an allure to his already captivating face. His presence was imposing, even in the expansive hospital surroundings, casting a suffocating weight upon Cecilia. After their recent altercation, Cecilia wore a hint of unease on her face as she spoke softly, "It was your father who called. He wants us to come home for dinner tonight. Says he has something to discuss." Alston found it amusing. What could his father possibly have to say? Most likely, he had seen the news in the morning, believed it, and now thought Alston had harmed Cecilia, wanting to call him back for a proper scolding. Cecilia probably hoped for his return, anticipating her father's reprimand. Feeling increasingly annoyed, Alston shot Cecilia a glance but remained silent. "Als