Chapter Seventy-Eight

Benedict and Miguel sat in different couches facing each other. The large screen of their television was turned on, but none of them concentrated on what was being displayed on the screen.

Miguel's attention was on his phone while his father's gaze was fixed on a newspaper.

Miguel was going through photos from Natasha's birthday when he suddenly stopped. He saw Natasha stealing glances at Henry. He also noticed the way Henry stared at her in most of the photos.

"Dad," he called as he suddenly sat up and moved to the edge of the chair.

Benedict, who was also leaning on the couch, moved the newspaper to a corner.

"What?" Benedict asked.

He wondered why the kid was bothering him.

"I just got a few pictures from Natasha's birthday," Miguel told his dad.

"From?"

"From someone, look!"

"Come on, Miguel, those pictures are not even important."

Miguel groaned as he stood up from the couch and went to sit beside his dad.

"Have you seen the pictures yet? Don't act nonchalant about this