Sarah frowned.
She was already sitting in the corner, making it impossible to move.
The current seating arrangement placed Hugo opposite her, with Yvonne to her right. Peter sat at the head of the table, smiling at them.
"Every time I see your young and energetic faces, I can't help but sigh at how time flies," Peter said.
Yvonne sweetly replied, "Godfather, I never think you're old. I feel like you're my age, like my best friend."
Peter chuckled. "You're such a sweet talker."
Sarah remained silent, focusing on her food. Every minute spent dining with Hugo was torture. She could ignore his face, but not the powerful, icy aura he exuded.
Noticing the stiff, awkward atmosphere between Sarah and Hugo, Peter coughed. "Hugo, this braised fish is excellent. Why don't you give Sarah some?"
