Chapter 18

I adjusted my seat and looked at Sir Isac. His face is just normal as if his son's disrespectful response as if he is used to that kind of speech. The others were still eating just like nothing happened. They didn't even give him a single glance.

"Where are you going?" a woman asked Leon but he didn't answer. He walks with a chair in his hand.

"What the heck Leon?!" Jacob exclaimed when Leon pushed the chair between us and sat there. Leon is facing the sharp edge of the long table.

"Hand over the plate, Dad," he said.

"What are you doing there?" Jacob asked again, frowning.

"I'm going to sit and eat here. Is there a problem?"

"Why there? There's so much space there!" Jacob said while pointing to George where he came from earlier.

"Hey, this is what I want. If you don't want to be next to me then leave there and go there yourself," he said to Jacob. I saw how Jacob's fists were clenched because of Leon's reply to him.

"Dad where's my plate! I'm hungry!"

"Go and get it yourself.