The Art Of The UnderDog

Chapter 40

“Come on, we’re running late,” Andrea interjected, not giving Lady Guila a chance to respond to Tyler’s request.

Tyler’s determination was clear in his gaze as he insisted, “No, I need to speak to Grandma immediately. I have something important to discuss with her,” his eyes shifting to Andrea.

Meanwhile, Andrea’s body language conveyed a sense of unease, apparent through the tension etched onto his face. The anticipation in the air was palpable, as if the very atmosphere held the weight of the impending conversation. Andrea’s expression betrayed the internal struggle he was grappling with, his features reflecting a mixture of apprehension and concern. It was almost as if the burden of the pending discussion was mirrored on his furrowed brow, each crease telling a story of its own.

“What’s bothering you, Tyler? You can share it with me right here,” Lady Guila inquired, a tinge of curiosity evident in her voice. The room seemed to tighten with tension, every breath carrying the weight