The cold demeanour of Mr. Donald's cold melted in an instant, replaced by a glimmer of boyish excitement.
He tried to hide the grin creeping onto his face, but failed.
Mr. Donald eyes locked onto the Xbox set like a child spotting candy and for a man who rarely showed emotion, the joy radiating off him was almost comical.
He had been secretly meaning to get a gaming set for months and now, here it was.
The items from Augustine's car boot were carried into the sitting room, and once everything was neatly set aside, they all eased into the plush cushions of the couch.
Mrs. Donald was the first to break the silence, exhaling softly before she spoke. "Well… I've always told myself I'd never force my son's partner to buy anything for me," she began, her voice calm and sincere. "I… I didn't plan on accepting the gifts you brought because I never want you to feel obligated or indebted to win over me or my husband with things."
