The young Noah Remington

Meanwhile, in Whistlebird…

In the lavish dining hall of the Remington Mansion, all members of the clan, with the Duke sitting on the head seat, were dining in silence. 

Clang!

The silent air broke when a cutlery fell from someone's hand. Everyone raised their eyes at Noah Remington, furrowing their brows upon seeing his pale complexion. 

"Noah, are you alright?"

Noah raised his shaking eyes at the person who asked him a question. There, his big brother, Arthur, who was also the heir of the Duke, laughed. Arthur pointed at the other cutlery with his chin. 

"You were suddenly zoning out while saying something," said Arthur to Noah, bringing his little brother back from his trance. "What is it? Father is listening."

Noah opened and closed his mouth, looking around the dining table, and the dread that crept up his spine grew distinct. His eyes then landed on the person sitting at the end of the long table.