"Eat well, Maxen."
Maxen pressed his lips into a thin line, nodding at Gretchen. Cosette was across from Maxen, and beside her was her grandmother. Meanwhile, Conrad was sitting beside Maxen while Marcel was in the head seat.
"So you must be Maxen." Marcel raised his chin with a firm expression. He didn't notice him earlier because his anger towards his son was still hot. But now that they had seated while the maids in the residence served the dinner, Marcel finally had time to scrutinize Maxen.
"Don't get intimidated by him," Conrad chimed in as he picked up the cutler, not casting anyone a glance.
"This brat —"
"Nana Chen, did you bring this?" Cosette raised her sweet voice to get Gretchen's attention, smiling from ear to ear.
"Of course. I remembered you said you liked them, so I made a lot and brought them here."
