Axel and Evelyn had tried to escape Andrew Knight's house the moment their sudden family meeting ended.
But the combined persistence of Eleanor and Andrew was a force much more potent than any enemy Axel might have faced outside.
The grandparents insisted, commanded, and emotionally blackmailed them into staying for lunch.
So there they were, surviving the first-ever full-family Knight lunch, minus Henry and his family, until dessert ended.
Plates were cleared, laughter had softened the earlier tension, and even Evelyn's nerves had settled now that no one was interrogating her like she was an undercover spy infiltrating the Knight family.
By the time they managed to stand up from the dining table, Eleanor's eyes were already suspiciously glossy; half emotion, half refusal to let them leave. Thankfully, Axel had one secret weapon.
Oliver.
His chubby and smart son, with too much charm and too little awareness of the power he held over his great-grandparents.
