VELICIA POV
“Usually, dad doesn't eat when his mood has been soured. He would definitely ask the maids to clear this up,” he searched my face as I kept avoiding his gaze. He let out a chuckle. “You want it, don't you?”
Reluctantly, I nodded. “It won't seem right to not taste what I cooked, right?” I shrugged as I quickly took my seat.
Once he sat down, I dug in while Cray merely watched me with an amused expression on his face.
Bro, I am hungry!
As the pile on my plate decreased, I noticed him taking bits of cut-up fruit and placing them on my plate, like a nice master patiently feeding his pet.
"Eat more fruit too," he told me. "You'll need lots of good nutrients to become stronger.”
I looked up at him as I blinked in disbelief. Was he calling me weak?
“But you are,” Amethyst said
