Edward walked into the dining room with such a question in his head, as he saw Daisy step out of the kitchen with a bowl and a pair of chopsticks in her hands. She carefully put them in front of the vacant seat next to Cynthia.

  "Daisy, there were enough bowls and chopsticks on the table. Whom are these for?" Cynthia asked in confusion. All the people who were going to have dinner were at the table already. She wondered if Daisy was expecting a guest.

  "Mom, Dad is home. He is washing his hands. He will join us in a minute," Daisy replied with a smile and went to her seat. Edward sat next to her and was looking at her rather mischievously.

  "Oh. I didn't expect him to come home so soon. Son, is your leg okay?" As much as she knew the question might embarrass Daisy, Cynthia couldn't help but ask out of her maternal instincts.

  "My leg is fine, but someone else's seems otherwise," Edward said as he threw a glance at Daisy, his eyebrows raised.

  "No way! Daddy, did you stomp on mommy's leg too?" Justin looked at Edward in surprise. There was accusation in his eyes, as if Edward had done something unforgivable.

  "Do I look like somebody so unreasonable?" Edward asked and looked at Daisy pitifully, indicating that she was the one who was guilty.

  "Then who was the 'someone else' you referred to?" Justin asked, wondering whom it could be, if it wasn't his Mommy.

  "I meant your Mommy was injured too, but not by me." Edward rolled his eyes at Justin. 'What's up with him? He is usually so smart, but why can't he take a hint today?' Edward thought.

  "What? Is it bad? Mommy, let me have a look at your injury." Justin jumped off the chair and hastened over to Daisy.

  "It's nothing serious. Go back to your seat and eat your dinner." Daisy glared at Edward. Leave it to him to try and make trouble! He was trying to expose her injury in front of the entire family, which would only make all of them worry about her. He should know better than that.

  "Daisy, what happened? Is it serious? I think we'd better call Tom and let him have a look at it." Cynthia was worried. Her face reflected the anxiety she felt for Daisy.

  "Mom, I'm fine. It is just a scrape I got during training. It's no big deal. You shouldn't worry so much." As

  ke a woman who had become a grandma. The way they interacted with each other was the best evidence of their devotion to each other.

  "How could you not tell me what happened in that coffee shop? Do you still consider me your husband or not?" Coldness emanated from Jonathan. The air around him seemed to freeze. Even Luke seemed much warmer compared to him.

  "Fine, I was wrong. Let's talk about this after dinner, all right? The kids are watching us." Cynthia got chills whenever Jonathan was mad. This man was like a mystery. After so many years, there were still some things about him that she could not understand.

  Upon hearing Cynthia's words, Jonathan glanced at the others seated at the table. He took a seat himself and started eating without another word. He noticed the anxiety on their faces. Were they worried that he would act out? If so, they didn't know him that well, because he would never hit a woman! He had just lost control over his emotions for a while. That was all.

  The meal got over amidst tension. Everybody was too cautious. Daisy didn't even dare let out a long breath until she was upstairs in her room.

  "Come on. This is too much. You can't be so scared," Edward made fun of her. After all, she was a Senior Colonel! How could she get scared so easily? Wasn't it humiliating?

  "Weren't YOU scared? If not, how come you didn't say a single word during dinner?" Daisy cast a contemptuous look at him, angry that he was making fun of her when she was so beside herself.