In the Archer family house, the large garden was already set up for a gathering.
A long table stood neatly in the open space, and staff moved around quietly, arranging food and seats.
The lawn was wide and well-kept, surrounded by trimmed hedges and stone paths that showed the family's wealth without trying too hard.
Despite the calm setting, the atmosphere felt distant rather than warm.
Family members gathered in small groups, talking among themselves, while a select few sat around the table.
Then all of a sudden, a sharp voice broke through the air.
"Stop pushing me!"
"I'm not pushing you."
"Then why did I get uncomfortable when you came to sit here?"
"That's because you're fat. Maybe try to lose a little weight and see."
"Shut your mouth. Mommy says I'm healthier than my mates, and you're all unhealthy because you're skinny."
"Oh? Then why isn't your mommy fat like you? Oh, I know—because she knows you're just a fat airhead!"
"You're going to get it!"
