The dining table shimmered with an array of steaming, colourful local dishes, filling the room with rich, comforting aromas as Ruby and her family settled down for lunch.
Jeremiah wasted no time sinking his teeth into the well-seasoned chicken thighs, while scooping a mouthful of spicy noodles soup, licking his lips in delight while complimenting the chef.
Jonathan, however, didn't take a single bite. He was too saturated with hate and rage to consider sharing a meal with his daughter.
Not when he knew the source of her sudden wealth and the fact that she had been lying to him all this while.
He stabbed his fork into a seasoned lamb chop like a weapon as he asked.
"Where did you get the money for this house and that expensive car you've been parading around town?"
"Joe..."
"Not now Jerry." Jonathan cut his cousin off. "We came here for a reason. My mother is bitter."
