Sheffield turned, a sour look on his face.

“Stay for dinner!"

“No, thanks! As an outsider, I'm not supposed to eat at the same table with your family."

Peterson thumped the table in anger.

"Didn't you choose to come back?

Why do you have to be so salty?"

Everyone fell silent, not daring to say a word. They didn't want to get between Sheffield and his father. Not when they were fighting Like this.

A look of disdain flashed in Sheffield's eyes when he spoke again.

"Now that you know I'm salty, maybe you'll find a private place where we can talk about work. I don't need all these losers around. I'1l be willing to sleep with you, not to mention have dinner!"

The Thompson family was like a spider's web. A hundred strands, and each of these strands was a secret. And if you lingered too long, just like an overly-curious fly, you'd be stuck fast.

"You little brat!" Peterson's face turned red from fury.

"Get out!" he roared.

“Happy to!" Without any hesitation, Sheffield turned and stalked out the door. Then they heard the engine of his wine-red Maybach fading in the distance.

They were still quiet three minutes after he had left the house. They just sat in the dining room, trying to shed the aura of awkwardness that clung to them.

Peterson's eyes fell on Lea's face. He said coldly, “He's still a kid.

Why were you so sassy about it? He didn't want to come back anyway. If you go on like this, he'll never want to come home!"

After listening to his words, Lea felt very aggrieved. She was

Peterson's wife. According to her seniority, Sheffield should call her

“Mom." Yet he never did. Instead, he verbally attacked her every chance he got. And every time, Peterson blamed it all on her. She wasn't happy about what Peterson was saying, but she had no choice but to accept it.

“Okay, okay. I get it. Let's eat!"

Peterson calmed down a Little bit because of her conciliatory tone. But soon he felt that what he said was unfair to Lea. So he comforted her,

“I'LL talk to him after he calms down. He should be more respectful."

"Yeah." Passing him the chopsticks, she began to pick up food for him

Soon after the family started eating, a servant came downstairs with a child in her arms.

"Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, the young master is awake."