chapter 52

Third person's p.o.v

There was an awkward silence dominating the dining table. The only noise that was present at that moment was the cacophony of scraping bowls by the maids who were serving their owners food.

Brant was sitting at the head of the table, Mary next to him, Linda opposite her and Daniel was beside his mom. He refused to sit next to Linda and he had no reason to do so.

Brant's hands were clenched resting on the table and staring at his son. Meanwhile, this went unnoticed by Daniel as he was busy glaring at Linda. She had been stealing glances at him ever since he came downstairs and that created an atmosphere of frustration for him.

He took a deep breath and sighed before eating.

"How is your friend doing, dad?" He spoke to break the silence but also because he was curious.

"Who?"

Lines formed between Brant's eyebrows. With his head tilting to the side, he gave Daniel a blank expression.

"Her father, Mr. Foscar."

Hearing that from Daniel, everyone at the table gas