The atmosphere in the Allen family's dining room was tense in the morning. After this morning, the host put his hand on his wife's face last night, the two of them were not talking. The husband and wife did not even want to sit close to each other while eating.
Giselle was not aware of the cold war at first, until finally the father who had not finished eating immediately got up from his chair and left the dining table.
"What's wrong with Daddy, Mom?" Giselle asked in confusion.
"Ignore your Daddy, he seems to have a lot on his mind," replied Esme, Allen's wife, as gracefully as ever.
Giselle wiped her lips with a handkerchief. "But Daddy's not usually like that despite the work, Mom."
Emse was gentle on her only daughter. "Later on when you get married, you will know how real married life is. What is clear is we are fine and Mommy will support whatever you want to do, dear."
Giselle chuckled. "I love you, Mom."
