"..." Nathan Fawcett looked at him and said, "Don't you have class tomorrow? Even if you don't, I still have to work! Besides, your mother doesn't welcome me."
"..." Hearing this, Anne Sutton's lip twitched. "I'm surprised you're so self-aware. It's true, I don't welcome you."
She hadn't even set out a bowl for him, having only made enough for Ian.
Seeing that she hadn't gotten a bowl for him, Nathan Fawcett was a little displeased. "Why didn't you get a bowl for me?"
"Didn't you just say it yourself? That I don't welcome you?"
"..." Nathan Fawcett looked at her. "Your talent for getting on people's nerves is truly first-class."
"I'm nothing compared to Mr. Linden."
Nathan Fawcett said, "Fine, I didn't want to eat anyway."
With that, he stood up, walked over to the sofa, and sat down. He would wait for Ian to finish eating and then take him away.
Anne Sutton served Ian some food. He ate happily. "Mommy, did you make all this just for Ian?"
Anne Sutton nodded.
