Moreton Manor was located in the northwestern corner of Chaos City. It was large, with luxurious yet somehow grim gray-and-white buildings.
The lamps had just been lit. Servants were coming and going with soft footfalls expressionlessly, never as much as exchanging glances.
In a grand hall, a dozen well-dressed people sat at a large rosewood table. There were a plate of steak and a plate of caviar in front of them each. They kept their hands on their laps. No one spoke; the atmosphere was oppressive.
A crystal oil lamp lit up the whole hall. Several servants were standing grimly there, awaiting orders.
Jeffree was sitting at the head of the table. He looked past his wife, Dennes Marquis, and at his second son, Cyril, whose head was a little lowered. Then he looked past Cyril's wife, and at his first son, Lance, who was sitting straight.
