"Tomorrow."

Lina was taken aback by the swiftness of the request.

However, she faithfully carried out Laura's wishes. After a brief conversation with Dylan, he readily assented.

Later that afternoon, Peter hastily made the journey from Czanch.

The passage of years had etched lines of age upon his face.

His hair was adorned with streaks of gray.

Unaware of the complexities underlying Laura and Edwin's relationship, Peter assumed Laura was merely feeling despondent. He harbored no blame, understanding her penchant for profound contemplation and the occasional bout of illness that befalls even the hardiest souls.

Lina was busy cooking within the kitchen's confines.

Peter and his younger daughter were watching in the living room.

The TV screen displayed the ceaseless antics of Tom and Jerry. His brow furrowed in contemplation as he observed the animated spectacle.

“How about we switch to a different channel, maybe one of those saccharine romance series? Don't girls your age prefer those?"

He yearned for his daughter to be more discerning, perhaps to usher a potential son-in-law into their lives.

Being single forever didn't seem ideal.

In a bid to emphasize his point, he offered an example.

"Take Edwin for instance. His blind date was a success, and they're set to be engaged on New Year's Day!"

Edwin was getting engaged, huh?

Laura's gaze remained fixed on the television screen, her response deliberate.

"Then, congratulations to him."

Even within the kitchen, Lina couldn't remain oblivious to her husband's resounding voice.

Fury coursed through her veins.