In the grand dining room, the family gathered around a large, beautiful table, enjoying a lavish meal prepared by the finest chefs. However, Francesca had insisted that Javier sit on her lap.
"Honey bun~," Francesca cooed lovingly as she fed Javier a piece of roasted meat.
"Yes, Mother?" Javier replied, munching on the food she offered, though he couldn't help but grin.
"We'll be heading back to the Armand region early," Francesca said with a soft smile. "I'm sorry we won't be able to attend the event tomorrow."
"Oh, don't worry about it, Mother. Ehehehehe," Javier said with his usual carefree grin, clearly unbothered by the news.
Francesca leaned in and kissed his cheek affectionately. "You're such a good boy," she said softly before turning her attention to Gloria, who sat nearby. "Gloria?"
"Yes, Madam?" Gloria replied, her calm and polite tone never wavering.
