That morning, the dining table was unusually quiet. Leon had remained silent since his outburst the day before. Even last night, he had fallen asleep in his study. Emma, unwilling to disturb him, had ended up sleeping alone in their bed.
Sighing, Emma pushed her plate aside, leaving her food unfinished. "Aunt Mei…" she called softly, but her voice barely carried to the kitchen. Realizing the maid couldn't hear her, Emma stood and made her way there herself.
From the corner of his eye, Leon watched her, still stubbornly clinging to his sulking. Yet, he couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity. Why hadn't she finished her meal? And why was she calling for the maid?
"Auntie…" Emma pouted, leaning against the large fridge in the kitchen.
The sudden appearance of Emma startled the maids, and they immediately stopped what they were doing, standing in a neat line and bowing their heads slightly.