Chapter 90

MICHEAL'S POV

It was a normal day at our family mansion. We were all sitting at the dining table for lunch.

The soft clink of silverware and the low murmur of conversation surrounded me.

Grandpa was seated at the head of the table as always, looking every bit the imposing patriarch he was—and a really happy one this afternoon.

Grandma sat beside him with her delicate frame and gentle smile.

Across the table, my parents chatted softly with themselves, ear to ear.

While Gregory and Aunt Elsa barely moved, her eyes occasionally darted toward me with something that felt like calm disdain.

The chandelier above cast a warm glow over our dishes.

My fork played over the tender roast on my plate, but my appetite had long vanished. I wasn't that hungry anyway.

It was Grandpa’s hoarse voice that broke the short silence that had persisted.

He beamed with pride as his gaze landed on me, the corners of his mouth turning up in approval.

"My dear golden boy over here has proven himself time and tim