Chapter One Hundred& Fifty Nine

Lucas stood there, watching Emma's retreating figure, the words unspoken, a heavy silence settling around him, leaving an air of guilt.

He walked into the house, his footsteps echoing on the floor. The first thing he saw was his father, seated in the armchair by the window, his gaze fixed and intense. It felt as though his father’s eyes were boring into his soul, uncovering every hidden regret and mistake.

"Father," Lucas whispered, his voice barely audible. He cleared his throat, trying to steady himself. "Good evening."

His father's nod was slow, deliberate, a gesture that carried the weight of years of disappointment. The room felt colder, the air thicker with unspoken words. Lucas recalled how his father had disapproved of Ivanka from the beginning.

That disapproval had driven a wedge between them, and even after he and Ivanka had parted ways, the chasm between him and his father had remained, unbridgeable.

He could not forgive himself either, walking out on his father that parti