"I wish..."
Timothy swallowed hard, his eyes quickly scanning his siblings.
Phoenix Mellon sat across from him, as expressionless as a statue, focused on his steak.
Alister kept his head down, not daring to speak, his head almost buried under the table.
Beatrice, on the other hand, picked up a glass of red wine from their family's own vineyard and began to carefully study its color.
"I wish for your health, Father," Timothy said, steeling himself. "What I want most is for you to be healthy forever!"
As he spoke, he raised his wine glass—
CRASH!
Suddenly! Alexander swept the dinner plate in front of him onto the floor!
The silverware clattered to the ground. The steak, with only a single bite taken, was swept to the floor along with the plate beneath it. Red wine stained the white tablecloth.
Alister let out a whimper, completely deflated, and shrank back in his seat.
The retainers and key members of the board of directors either looked away or hung their heads low.
