At this time, Maxwell Gregory would usually have left the house for the company.
But today, when Ruby Gregory came downstairs for breakfast after washing up, she unexpectedly found Maxwell in his formal attire, sitting at the dining table, reading the newspaper.
"Dad." Ruby greeted him and sat down opposite Maxwell.
Upon seeing the family gathered, the servants immediately served breakfast.
The breakfast was Chinese-style, with smooth and soft porridge, accompanied by refreshing pickles and aromatic baguettes. It looked simple, but it was quite delicious when eaten.
Maxwell didn't eat much. He only took a couple of sips of the porridge before putting down his spoon. He glanced at Ruby, who was drinking her porridge with her head bowed, then sighed softly. Picking up the spoon again, he stirred the porridge in his bowl, as faint wisps of steam rose.
Maxwell put down the spoon again, glanced at Ruby, and seemed to hesitate to speak.
