After the meeting, Nathan took a sip of milk from the glass.
There seemed to be sugar added to the milk, leaving a sweet aftertaste on his tongue.
Nathan asked Jack, "Does she always drink this?"
"Madam occasionally drinks coffee." The implication was that she preferred sweet milk.
Nathan looked at the French toast on the side. "What about this?"
"Madam prefers soft and sweet bread," Jack replied.
Nathan nodded. It was just like her, soft and sweet.
Nathan was in a good mood this morning after teasing the kitten.
Suddenly, Jack walked to the side and whispered in his ear, "Mr. Hillton, there is a call from the Hillton family."
Nathan was silent for a moment, his face expressionless. "I know."
Walking to the phone, Nathan answered the call, "Grandpa." His voice was cold, like the
