Chapter 137

What was Winston thinking, saying something so terrible about his own son?

"I don't think that's necessary." Axel rolled his eyes. "I'll need to stay alive until the day you need a family member to sign you off in the hospital. I know Jonah and Silas wouldn't be able to do it. You'd need me."

"How dare you!" Winston shouted. "Why I oughta—"

Winston yelled for their butler, Clark Anderson, to fetch him a cane. Meanwhile, he removed his leather boots and flung one in Axel's face.

Jonah and Silas hurriedly went up to Winston to stop him. Mandy and Colene followed suit. Still, Winston's temper remained.

All of a sudden, a gentle, delicate voice rang out in the hallway.

"Um … dinner's ready."

Everyone turned to see who had spoken. It was Lyla, still in her apron and a frying pan in hand. Her pale skin glistened with oil and sweat. She looked dazedly at the crowd, having no idea as to what had transpired.

Winston's stomach growled amidst the silence.

"Fine, dinner first! I'll teach