"I'm going to announce something today."
In the lavish dining hall of the Moreton manor, Jeffree sat before everyone with a grave expression on his face.
Mickey had just surreptitiously picked up his fork, but he silently put it down again upon hearing that. He sat up straight, and looked at Jeffree with awe and veneration in his eyes.
Meanwhile, Cyril sat in his seat, and stared at the plate in front of him with soulless eyes as if he was waiting for judgment to be passed upon him.
The woman sitting beside him was also slightly pale. She aimed a resentful glance at Gloria, and clenched her hands tightly.
