---- Chapter 67 Robert's words grew harsher the more he spoke. Jenna bit her lip, eyes welling with tears. "Mr. Frank Senior, I used only the freshest ingredients . I promise it won't upset your stomach..." "Fresh?" Robert scoffed. "Freshness fades fast. What really lasts is something that grows over time." His words had a clear implication, and they lit a fuse in Jenna that was already dangerously close to blowing. James frowned slightly and glanced at Robert.

"That was a bit much." "Was it?" Robert raised a brow, completely unfazed. "Haven't Talways told you to start what you finish? No room for second -guessing halfway through." 2 From the moment Jenna walked into the room, it was like Robert had flipped a switch and gone into full-blown passive - aggressive mode-every word out of his mouth chipped away at her pride. James' attempt to stand up for her didn't seem to help much atall. Jenna stared at the food on the table, frowning.

Robert really was impossible. He held the most power in the entire Frank family. And ---- unfortunately, he was firmly on Wendy's side. Her hands curled into fists at her sides, her eyes flashing with resentment. "Grandpa, it's just a meal. You're overthinking it. Getting too worked up won't help you get better," James said gently, trying to ease the tension. Robert shot him a glare. "What do I get out of eating it?

Yesterday, Wendy promised to take me fishing just to get me to eat her herbal soup." Get something out of it? Jenna had come in hoping Robert would finally warm up to her, but now that she heard this, she could only laugh at herself. It was always about Wendy with him. If that was the case, then there was no point in trying to win him over anymore. While James was still trying to calm Robert down, Jenna quietly stepped forward and closed the lid on the container .

"James, if Grandpa doesn't feel like eating it, that's okay. I'll just make something next time when he's ready," she said gently. It sounded like she was being considerate . But really, it was her way of making it seem like he was the one being rude. Robert looked at her, his gaze suddenly cold and sharp. She packed up the container in silence and stood next to ---- James, her every move careful and calculated, painting a picture of quiet heartbreak. "It's just me being picky.

Sorry you had to take the hit for it," Robert said with a half-smile. Jenna gritted her teeth, then forced a soft smile. "Mr. Frank Senior, please don't say that. It's not your fault. I'm just not as skilled, that's all. I must've disappointed you." "'gkilled?" Robert's eyes glinted. His voice was smooth, cutting like a knife wrapped in silk. "Or are you upset because Imentioned your sister? Feeling a little jealous, maybe?" The question hit too close to home.

Jenna opened her mouth, but no words came out. Sensing the tension, James stepped in to defuse the emotional standoff. "Grandpa , don't tease her. She's not like Wendy." Three words were all it took to set Robert off. "Not like her," he echoed with a cold snort. "You're right - Wendy's ina league of her own." Of course, James knew what Robert meant. He didn't want to argue, but neither could he just stand there and let Jenna take the blame. "Grandpa, please stop.

Wendy's greatest skill is wearing a mask. You're the only one who-"" Before he could finish, the bathroom door suddenly opened.