Amelia's Invitation

Mr. Whitlock's eyes darted from Ethan to Mr. and Mrs. Adamson, a concerned smile stretching across his face. "I'm so sorry he did that," he apologized, his voice laced with genuine regret. He glanced at Mr. Adamson, who nodded understandingly.

"Please excuse me," Mr. Whitlock continued, his tone polite but urgent. With a determined expression, he rose from his seat, his footsteps echoing with a hint of frustration as he headed toward the serene sanctuary of the relaxation area. Thoughts swirled in his mind, perplexed by Ethan's inexplicable outburst. "Why would Ethan act like that?" he pondered aloud, the question barely escaping his lips.

Anticipating his father's inquisitive nature, Ethan settled into one of the plush chairs in the tranquil relaxation area, fully aware that his dad would inevitably seek him out for an explanation. The soft cushions embraced his weary body, offering a momentary respite from the storm of emotions swirling within him. As he waited, the silence of the r