However, before she could finish, Mr. James Sr. roared, "Have you said enough?! If you don't want to eat, then get out!"
Although Mr. James Sr. favored Mrs. James Sr. and her children, what he desired most was a peaceful family. He had always deluded himself into believing the children from his first and second marriages could get along.
It had been a long time since Mrs. James Sr. had seen her husband so angry. She shot a look at her son.
"Dad, calm down. Let me eat a bit more with you. The banquet today will be a long one, we'll probably be busy until late tonight."
Joshua played the part of the dutiful, considerate son, even instructing a servant to bring out the warmed bird's nest soup.
Mr. James Sr. managed to suppress his anger and picked up his utensils again.
Seeing this, Joshua glanced at his son. Jason understood, picked up a piece of meat with his chubby hands, and placed it in Mr. James Sr.'s bowl.
"Grandpa, eat some meat."
"Good boy, Jason." Mr. James Sr. ruffled his grandson's hair, a faint smile finally appearing on his face.
Meanwhile, Teresa, Yvonne, and Jeffrey were in the car on their way to the hotel.
Teresa was silent and sullen, her face etched with worry.
"Jeffrey, your grandfather must be furious that we just left like that. With your father in trouble, if we offend your grandfather too, our lives will only get harder. You're not married yet. Without the James family's backing, how will you ever marry a girl from a good family?"
"I should have listened to your uncle and tried to smooth things over with Queena. With both the James and Rogers families supporting you, your future would be secure."



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