Just at that moment, Drake suddenly felt his sleeve being tightly clutched. Saphen nestled close to him, tears soaking into Drake's shirt—so palpable that Drake couldn't help but frown immediately.
The others also heard the sound of quiet sobbing and glanced subtly at the boy beside Drake.
At that moment, Drake's expression had turned extremely grim, as if flames were beginning to dance in his pupils.
"Take your damn eyes off him, or I'll gouge them out."
His words made the atmosphere even more tense.
However, judging by his expression, everyone could tell—he wasn't joking.
The butler narrowed his eyes at Drake, then suddenly smiled and said,
"Dear guest, I look forward to seeing that tongue of yours—so skilled at saying unpleasant things—turned into a dish and served on a plate. For now, please enjoy your breakfast."
