Annabelle used to cry alone every time she saw this scene, but not anymore.
Whether he came home or not had nothing to do with her. In fact, it was better if he didn't!
From the moment Leona Grant walked in until now, Annabelle hadn't lifted her head to spare him a single glance.
In the past, as soon as he returned, Annabelle would have cheerfully taken his briefcase. Then, steeling herself against his look of annoyance, she would have asked with anticipation if he had eaten yet.
But now, that person was Madam King.
Madam King stepped forward and asked with a smile, "Have you eaten, Young Master?"
"Not yet."
"Then I'll get you a bowl and chopsticks. You can eat with the Young Madam."
The moment Annabelle heard this, a flicker of disgust crossed her eyes. Without so much as a word, she stood up and headed upstairs, making it obvious she didn't want to eat with him.
Just the sight of him made her lose her appetite.
