'Dad, we're late.' Teresa entered, speaking cautiously, her voice tinged with timidity. It was clear she was terrified of Mr. James Sr.
Mr. James Sr.'s face was grim, and he said nothing. It was Marcia who spoke first. "Late for a family dinner? I guess Dad doesn't matter to you."
"That's enough," Mrs. James Sr. interjected. "George just got into trouble; your older sister is going through a lot. She's just a little late. We can wait."
The mother-daughter duo's back-and-forth left Teresa so humiliated she couldn't even look up.
"She really thinks she's something, making the whole family wait," Joshua added, impatiently picking up his utensils and serving himself.
Joshua starting before Mr. James Sr. was a clear breach of etiquette, but as the favored youngest son, he could get away with it.
Mr. James Sr. said nothing and picked up his own utensils.
Seeing this, everyone else began to eat in silence, ignoring Teresa and her children.
Teresa stood awkwardly, unsure whether to sit or remain standing. Jerome looked like he wanted to say something but ultimately didn't dare to intervene.
It seems the old saying is true: a new wife means a new father. Life in this house was suffocating for Jerome and Teresa.
Yvonne had no intention of standing there like a statue. She walked straight to an empty seat.
After sitting down, she picked up her silverware and helped herself to a piece of venison before turning back to the still-frozen Teresa and Jeffrey. "They've started eating. What are you two standing there for? Waiting for a formal invitation?"
Jeffrey snapped out of it and pulled Teresa down into a seat.
Mr. James Sr. shot them a cold glance, his eyes lingering on Yvonne for a few extra seconds before moving on. He didn't say anything, however.


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