They were now eating together, neither of them made the slightest sound. The only sound was the clinking of spoons and forks from each of them. Arthur suddenly became quieter when his father arrived. He just said hello and asked how he was. After that, the man had better keep his mouth shut. Rather than Albern suddenly talking about something he didn't like. Uncomfortable with this cold atmosphere, Aquila finally started to open the topic.
"Dear, even though I have asked you to come home often, but you still never come," Aquila whined to the child. Arthur smiled bitterly, he was wrong but Aquila should know the reason he wasn't so comfortable at home. "You're too busy at work, Arthur. I don't want you to get sick."
"Don't worry-"
"Your son is busy playing with women, the work is actually being delegated to Juan," Albern cut in casually while wiping his mouth with a handkerchief.
