"Nothing,"
Mr. Shaw’s gravelly voice broke the silence at the dinner table, his cold glance sweeping over Sophie Larkspur with a pointed warning. "Have you gotten younger or just forgotten how to speak like an adult?"
Sophie’s expression froze for a second, her awkwardness filling the air as she stiffened in her seat.
Celeste Harper furrowed her brows in confusion.
He said it was nothing, but his tone clearly screamed the opposite—like there was definitely something going on.
Just as the tension turned suffocating, Nora Murray suddenly spoke up with a lighthearted smile, slicing through the awkward silence.
"Aunt Sophie doesn’t like tomatoes, right? Maybe give this dish a try instead."
She picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork with the serving chopsticks and place
