Sir Forsythe glanced at the food on the desk next to him and cleared his throat.
"You should eat, my Lord." He prompted and Cass glanced at him before snorting in disbelief. He expected him to eat while speaking about his childhood trauma? Wow. Alright.
Lord Blackburn was apparently a heartless man, but given that he had just been told that his father wasn't a part of his life and his grandfather threw money at him like a problem he was trying to get rid of, while also trying to create a new heir.
Snorting again, Cass picked up a nearby fork and stabbed some of the most bland looking food he'd ever seen. It looked like he wasn't going to enjoy food for a while.
That was no bother. He'd eaten garbage before. This was nothing.
Cass methodically ate the food beside him, glancing at Sir Forsythe to gauge his reaction.
He seemed pleased. Very pleased, actually. Sam was the same. Noticing his curious gaze, Sam was the one who spoke up.
