Divorce?

The air that surrounded the dining table gave a chill to anyone passing by. Alexander's fork clacking to the plate could be heard clearly. He seemed grumpy since he was taking a seat. The spaghetti in his plate didn't move much. With his office attire, his appearance looked so outstanding but the cold aura surrounding him could give anyone a shiver. Adam on the seat beside Alexander was not affected by the mood. He was peacefully eating his breakfast while scrolling his phone.

"I believe it would be easy for you to catch everything but if you didn't understand, reach Adam and ask." Michael said, looking away. He took the coffee that was now lukewarm and sipped it.