"As a matter of fact, Xavier and I went to Bali for our honeymoon, Father." Cathleen shocked Xavier even more.
"Did you?" Cathleen's head bobbed up and down in agreement, her long jet-black hair catching the sunlight as she leaned forward. The old man's face lit up with a toothy grin, his wrinkled hand grasping hers tightly in excitement. "Should I be expecting grandchildren any time soon?" Xavier's hand flew to his throat, and he gasped for air as tightness squeezed his windpipe. He struggled to form words, but only strangled sounds came out.
"Father..." Cathleen cut him off.
"Of course. We are still trying." Cathleen exclaimed, her voice filled with bubbling excitement. Her gaze involuntarily flicked to Xavier's mistress, a slight smile tugging at her lips. She had assumed that Xavier
