She stands up and greets him, "Good evening, sir. Thank you." She slightly bows her head and go back to her seat.
The group of maid come out from the door with plates and foods on their hands. It places above the table well and organized. They put plates, glass and utensils in front of them. She is wondering where is his mom right now.
"How are you, son? I am thankful that you agreed on your mom." He asked him and pour his glass a champagne.
"I am fine when both of you are not around, your wife called my girlfriend a low-class, I am so embarrassed with her attitude," he answered like he is not his father.
Porchia elbowed him and rounds her eyes staring at him, "Behave. Respect your father," she whispered, clenching her jaw not to notice by his father.
"I don't care."
His father
