Chuck harrumphed. "I don't like the food and…" He shifted his gaze to Daphne, who was sitting two seats apart from Nathan and was a noticeable distance away from Chuck. "And I don't like her."
His uncle looked up at Daphne as he folded the knitted sweater on his right arm. "You don't like Miss Collins?"
The brat nodded. "Yes. She makes me study so much!"
"But it's for your own good, Chuck. I told you to have to study hard-" Nathan tried to explain to the child when Chuck intervened with him immediately with his tantrums.
"I don't like to study, uncle, and I don't like her! And I don't like the food! I hate her and I hate this!" He shouted as he banged the utensils on the table.
Daphne jumped in her seat, surprised at the kid's reaction. She knew that Chuck had a problemati
