With that, he called everyone to the dining room to be seated.
Everyone sat down. The seat beside Nathan Fawcett was empty, and he sat there alone. The atmosphere around him was starkly different from everyone else's, as if the living King of Hell himself had joined them at the table. No one dared to say a word.
Charles Prescott, sitting to the side, didn't mind seeing Nathan Fawcett in such a foul mood.
In fact, he was quite pleased. The worse this 'forefather' behaved, the more the Sutton family would realize how perfect Charles was in comparison.
They might even try to persuade Anne Sutton to think things through.
Mrs. Sutton took in the scene and said, "I'll go to the kitchen and see if I can help."
She went in and saw Anne Sutton bustling about. "Let me help you," she offered.
"It's all done," Anne Sutton replied.
"That Nathan Fawcett is terrifying," Mrs. Sutton said. "How can he be so disrespectful, even to his own father?"
