No one dared to speak. Only the sound of cutlery clashing with the ceramics as Sage dropped in his hand. He lost his appetite.
“The meal was great. Give my compliments to the head chef. I’ll be heading out first,” he stands up, putting the napkin down.
“Sit down,” Dawood orders, his voice demanding him to be seated. However, he does not want to be at the same table as them again.
“I have other business to attend to. Excuse me,” Sage proceeds to leave the table, aware of the numerous pair of eyes following his every move. His stepmother was left speechless, her cheeks burning with humiliation. Reynold plans to run after Sage. Yet, his wife stopped him from doing so.
Dawood sighs, watching the youngest’s figure disappear from the dining hall as he leaves the room. The awkward air int
