Meanwhile, at the Sylvincolm Restaurant.....
"Mom, is Rome coming?" Ingrid asked impatiently as she glanced at her watch for the third time.
Almost half an hour had passed since the agreed meeting time, yet there was still no sign of him.
"He'll come soon," Rosanna replied, forcing a confident smile. "I know him, he's not the type to ignore me completely. I already called him earlier, and he said he might bring Gabriel along. Right, Greece?"
Greece merely shrugged, swirling the glass of water in front of him with disinterest.
"I don't know if Rome's coming," he said flatly. "If I were you, I wouldn't count on it. You know how he is—once he makes up his mind, there's no changing it. He looked serious when he said he was cutting ties with our family."
His indifferent tone made Ingrid stiffen in her seat, and the subtle tension didn't escape Rosanna's sharp eyes. Quickly, she forced a sympathetic smile and reached out to hold Ingrid's hand.
