"Father, she'll understand your intentions one day," Luke said softly, trying to comfort Lucas. "Let's finish our meal and head home early, okay?"
Lucas looked pale, likely due to his poor sleep over the past few days. He had been worried about Eric's safety, knowing that if anything happened to him, Ella would be devastated.
Such an outcome would make it even harder to mend the father-daughter relationship. Lucas had gambled—he bet on Eric being strong enough to get out on his own.
Though he outwardly showed disapproval of Eric, deep down, he hoped his daughter's choice would prove to be the right one.
Lucas had been plagued by sleepless nights, his mind heavy with anxiety. Only Luke, who had been by his side, could truly see how much it affected him.