The dinner took too long, even Butler Kent dared not come in to clear away the finished dishes.
This is how the Hallow Family spent their nights, with some people sweetly clinging together like spring, while others, watching the rain and snow outside, felt colder than John Jones.
Ava Walker and Ella Johnson sat in the room, looking at the extremely simple dinner, their faces turning unsightly.
The dinners prepared by the Hallow Family for her were getting increasingly indifferent and simpler by the day.
"What the hell is this, Butler Kent, don't you know I don't eat lamb?" Ava Walker loudly questioned as she looked at the spicy stir-fried lamb on the table.
"It won't happen next time, Second Young Mistress." The housekeeper replied coldly, without further explanation.
