Ivy's expression grew thoughtful. She had indeed noticed. After Silas proposed to her, he had barely had time to be around her. He spent nearly every night in the military base, shoulders tense, eyes weary.
Henry continued softly. "I thought his father was unhappy that he spent too much time with you…"
Ivy nodded slowly as Henry finished his previous sentence.
The breeze brushed past them, carrying the faint scent of damp soil and wood, making the quiet corner where they stood feel more intimate and strangely suspenseful. Henry shifted a little, then continued.
"I'm telling you, from the look of it, General Dante was extremely dissatisfied," Henry explained, gesturing animatedly with his hands.
"He kept piling work onto Silas... task after task... especially during the past few days. He practically buried him alive with assignments."
A faint glimmer of amusement flickered in Ivy's eyes. Henry laughed softly and added,
