Chapter 1367
“Grandpa, ladies and gentlemen, dinner’s almost ready.” At that moment, Wendy stepped out from the kitchen, donned in an expensive designer dress covered by a red apron. Noticing Damon a tad too late, she greeted him with a hint of nervous shyness.
Presley was the first to break the silence, “We’re just in time for dinner. Let’s eat first.”
In the dining room, everyone was eating in silence, the atmosphere still heavy. Upon noticing this, Presley’s face turned serious.
Perhaps trying to lighten the mood, Wendy suddenly placed a piece of roast chicken on Presley’s plate. Then she said, chuckling, “Grandpa, this chicken’s been roasting for a while now. Just one sniff will have your mouth watering. Give it a try.”
Presley glanced at the roast chicken in front of him and nodded with a smile, “You sure know how to cheer people up. Seems like everyone thinks I’ve lived too long, always taking jabs at me!”
Elizabeth, sitting to the side, arched her eyebrows, gripping her fork a little tighter.
“Grandpa, you’re overthinking. Ask anyone here, who doesn’t wish for you to live long?” Wendy said.
Presley didn’t say anything,
Wendy laughed awkwardly, turning her gaze to Damon who had been ignoring her the whole time. She bit her lip lightly, and carefully placed a piece of fish on Damon’s plate.
Damon paused for a moment, silently looking at the fish in front of him.
“Damon, this fish stew is amazing. I stood watch in the kitchen the whole time. It was cooked to perfection and the soup is really fresh.” Wendy said, “And this shrimp is delicious too, especially with the special sauce.”
Seeing that Damon didn’t reject her initial serving, Wendy mustered up the courage to peel a shrimp, dip it in sauce, and place it on Damon’s plate. “And this dish…” Wendy continued.
Damon hadn’t moved at all, simply watching as Wendy continued to serve him food, all the while praising the its deliciousness.
After a while, Wendy finally looked up, her heart pounding as she waited for Damon’s reaction.
The dining room fell silent, all eyes on Damon, waiting for his response. It felt like forever before he finally spoke, “Marina.”
“Yes!” Marina hurried over from the kitchen upon hearing her name, “Mr. Harper, how may I assist you?”
“Bring the trash can over.” Damon said.
“Right away!” Marina said.
In no time, Marina brought over the trash can. Damon directly dumped his plate into it, including the roast chicken, fish, and shrimp that Wendy had just served Wendy, sitting next to him, turned pale in an instant. She sat there, extremely embarrassed and helpless. “Damon…”
Presley hadn’t anticipated that Damon would be so rude and immediately reprimanded him, “Damon! Are you trying to provoke me?!”
Damon remained expressionless, unbothered by Presley’s anger. “If you’re the miss of the Alonso family, you should learn some manners and morals. I’m perfectly capable of deciding what I want to eat.”
Wendy’s eyes welled up with tears as she looked at Damon, “I just wanted to give you the best. I saw Chloe give you…
Damon’s gaze turned cold instantly as he stared at her. “What gives you the right to compare yourself to her?”
The intense humiliation nearly tore Wendy’s heart to shreds, “Damon, I was just trying to…”
Damon abruptly threw his fork onto the table, his voice icy, “Am I so poor I can’t afford my own food? Do I need your charity?“.
True kindness was helping those in need. He lacked nothing.
Wendy shook her head, “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Enough!” Presley slammed his hand on the table, “Are you really trying to anger me to death at this dinner table?! Wendy was just trying to please you. She’s a girl and she’s done her best. What more do you want?!”
Elizabeth suddenly let out a cold laugh, “Dad, what are you implying? In your eyes, are we, the real Harper family, less trustworthy than outsiders? When have we ever wished for your early demise?”
Presley frowned at Elizabeth, “Then what’s going on with you all? I invited you home for dinner, but not a single one of you seems happy. What’s the deal?!”
“Just because we’re not happy, does that mean we’re hoping for your death? Presley, you’ve lived for so long, but your words are full of sarcasm! Not only that, you’re increasingly fond of flattery! Wendy is the lady of the Alonso family. A few years ago, I thought she was alright. But as time passed, her true colors started to show. You say she’s a girl, and that she’s done well. Is it because she shamelessly flatters the man she likes? Now I want to ask, what has she done these past few months that a girl should do? She’s embarrassed herself so much. Is chasing after a man in such a way something to be proud of?” Elizabeth said.
“You!” Presley was furious.
“Did I say anything wrong? Does she maintain the image that the missy of the Alonso family should have? Her huge mistake has already caused the Alonso family to Jose all its dignity. If I were her, I’d find à hole to crawl into for at least a decade! She even has the audacity to hold a press conference? And now she acts as if nothing happened? Does she think we’re all fools?” Elizabeth said.
Wendy sat in her chair, trembling with fear. This wasn’t an act; she just couldn’t control her embarrassment.
Elizabeth even threw her fork onto the table, staring directly at Wendy, “You think I didn’t respect you, so you feel embarrassed, right? Alright, then let me ask you, after all the things you’ve done, what about you makes you worthy of Damon’s affection?”
Wendy clutched her skirt tightly, her pale face and swollen eyes particularly noticeable. “Elizabeth, everything I’ve done, it’s all because I’m head over heels for
Damon.”
