Had to stay hidden in this house today, handling the backlog of tasks, avoiding trouble.
In the blink of an eye, only two people were left at the table.
Yvonne Cheney and Fiona Lynch.
Yvonne Cheney continued to sit in her place, leisurely sipping her bowl of plain porridge.
She was a different person from the one who was meekly submissive in front of Tristan Lowell yesterday.
Throughout the noisy chaos of breakfast, she didn't participate in a single word.
Fiona felt uneasy inside.
She stared at Yvonne Cheney's calm demeanor, hesitating to speak.
After a good while, she finally mustered up the courage to whisper.
"Madam... Your appetite is quite good today?"
The uproar yesterday was enough to leave anyone feeling unsettled.
But Yvonne Cheney not only showed no sign of panic, she seemed utterly relaxed.
This...
What exactly is going on?
Yvonne Cheney slowly raised her head, her gaze coldly sweeping over her.
"Is it wrong to eat a meal?"
