"I was wondering when she was going to blow up. She finally did," Celeste said after she heard that. Celeste had never seen Mina that angry with Jordan before, but she knew Mina was someone who needed to address a problem as soon as it arose. No time to lose.
So to hear that she had held out so long, even if it was to make his life difficult, was new. A completely different image of the woman she used to know.
Jordan could only nod. He sat on his office chair like a vulture, with his shoulders hunched, his neck pulled back as if it was cold. He looked extremely uncomfortable.
"What's wrong, Father?" Celeste asked.
"Ah... this memory, it still hurts me to this day," Jordan said, swallowing hard.
"Do you want a glass of water?" Celeste asked, worried. Jordan was ill, and he seemed to shift uncomfortably in his chair. She knew it was nothing about emotions.
