Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

Wenham was getting impatient.

Trevor nonchalantly removed the previous emoji and handed the phone back to Wenham. When Wenham noticed the emoji was gone, he exclaimed, "How did it disappear?"

Trevor replied, "Probably just a network delay."

Wenham grumbled, "This app keeps getting worse with each update!"

Trevor fell silent.

Wenham held the phone, typing a response to his daughter while scolding Trevor, "From now on, don’t send me so many weird emojis. One slip of the finger, and I end up clicking the wrong thing. If your sister sees them, it ruins my image in her eyes, you know?"

Trevor pondered to himself; he wasn't sure if it affected his image, but surely she recognized his intelligence.

Wenham hesitated, unsure of how to respond. He’d have to ask his son, whom he had to bribe with prepaid phone credit. "Trevor, how can I reply without upsetting Stella but still expressing my frustration with Keegan?"

Trevor suggested, "Tell her that his mom sent medicine, and he sent wine. One could harm the grandkids, the other could harm the dad. So, basically, they're both in trouble."

Wenham kicked Trevor away, saying, "You're hopeless!"

Trevor leaned back on the couch, laughing, "Do you even want this son-in- law? If you don't, why bother? Just bring Stella back, cut off all contact, problem solved."

Wenham glared at him, "Whether I want him or not doesn't matter. Your sister does, and her baby on the way will need a father."

"Never mind. If you're not fond of him, reluctantly accepting him will only cause tension. In my opinion, it's better to call it off. Let's find someone else for her. Stella was just attracted to his looks; we have plenty of handsome guys in our company, younger and healthier than him. Let Stella choose from them. After seeing more, Keegan won't seem so special."

Wenham threw a cushion at Trevor, "Our company? Seriously? They’re all a bunch of effeminate pretty boys. Stella wants him, whether I like it or not!"

Trevor responded, "Well, stop throwing tantrums and intimidating them."

Wenham glanced at him suspiciously, "Are you here to advocate for Keegan? Did he promise you something?"

Trevor stood up. "Look at him; does he have the power to persuade me? Dad, even if Stella doesn’t want to leave him, if Keegan and his mom’s problems don’t end, I'll intervene. But he's already made it this far.

Shouldn't we compromise a bit too? She's my only sister, and I've missed her for so many years. All I want now is for her to be happy. She tells me she's happy with Keegan."

Wenham took a while to respond, "So I shouldn't have forgiven him so easily, huh?"

Trevor chuckled, "Then take your time to consider."Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

With that, he grabbed a bottle of water and reminded Wenham, "Don't forget to lock my door when you leave."

Wenham stared at the chat box, uncertain of what to say.

To forgive or not felt like holding back a breath. Forgiving felt too easy, yet not forgiving seemed troublesome for his daughter. Being a dad was tough. If only Freesia were here.

His phone buzzed, and he saw a message from an old classmate in the alumni group, tagging him.

"Wenham, can you ask your son-in-law if that robot can be customized? My grandson wants a different color skin."

"What? That little thing was made by Wenham's son-in-law?"

"Wow, impressive. Young people these days are really something."

"Wenham, you're so modest. With such a talented son-in-law, why keep it a secret from US? Not fair!"

"Did you guys watch the live broadcast today? That kid's smart, and he's got energy. Wenham's daughter sure has good taste."

The praise from his old classmates made Wenham feel light-hearted. He didn't send the "that's not my son-in-law" reply for quite some time. Finally, he sent, "I'll ask him."

When he came back to his senses, his old classmates had already thanked him in the group, and two minutes had passed, so he couldn't retract his message.

What a dilemma...

So, his reply to Stella became, "Um... ask Keegan if Shiny Egg can be customized, but don't mention it was me who asked."