''Isaac...'' Oliver murmured, and a tinge of hate appeared in his eyes, ''Why have you come here?''
Oliver and Isaac glared at each other, both had eyes filled with hate, but Oliver didn't notice it because his anger ignited and clouded his thoughts.
''Please sit, food is ready,'' Amy said gently towards her daughter and Oliver.
Amanda was brought out of her stupor and stiffly sat down on the seat, which was on the opposite side from Isaac; her gaze still hadn't left Isaac's face.
Oliver sat down next to her and moved the seat closer till his leg touched her's leg.
She didn't notice it because her focus was locked on Isaac.
Amy sat down next to Isaac while Anthony sat down on the main seat.
''Here.'' Amy took a spoon and covered half of Isaac's plate with salad.
Anthony took a bowl, which was filled with meatballs, and used his fork to put it on Isaac's plate.
