Ellis seemed as though he hadn't heard the gossip and rumors, but Mary noticed that his grip tightened around his fork.
Mary understood him.
Ever since he was young, Ellis had been a troublemaker, dubbed the Demon of Clance, and his reputation had never been good.
He never cared about what others thought of him.
If these words could agitate him, it was merely because he also felt embarrassed.
A bitter smile suddenly tugged at the corners of Mary's lips.
She clenched her fists tightly and suddenly looked toward the third table, saying in a cold voice, "Is the food that the Olsen family prepared to entertain you all not to your taste?"
The people at the third table who had been whispering to each other immediately shut their mouths, looking toward her in fear.
Mary kept her gaze fixed on them. "If it's not to your liking, you may choose not to eat, or you may leave. The door is right there. I won't be seeing you out."
