For a few minutes, the only sound in the room that could be heard was the sound of spoons clashing against the bowls and plates. It sounded very calm.
Freddy ate his food while watching Dario.
“Is there something wrong with my face?” Dario asked when he realized he was being stared at.
“There’s nothing wrong with your face but something wrong with your attitude,” Freddy said.
“Oh, really?” Dario looked at Freddy while putting the spoon of food into his mouth.
“You’ve changed. Normally, you would throw a tantrum if someone hurt Isabelle, but now you haven’t done anything to the person who killed her even though you already know who did it. Why? Are you afraid of Aathreya or do you care about the child you abandoned?"
“Both of them.”
“What a coward.”
Dario’s expression became serious. He put down the spoon. “Then, what do you want me to do? Kill my own daughter?”
