Eventually, Mr. Lawson’s skepticism seemed to settle into reluctant acceptance. Maybe it was the way Derrick spoke with genuine interest, or perhaps it was the fact that he respected Emily’s autonomy in a way her father never had. Whatever it was, Mr. Lawson’s demeanor shifted ever so slightly, a grudging acknowledgment of the man his daughter had claimed as her husband.

After what felt like an eternity, Mr. Lawson finally rose to leave, offering Derrick a firm handshake. “Well, Derrick, I’ll be keeping an eye on you. Take care of my daughter.”

“Of course, sir,” Derrick replied, holding his gaze steady.