Chapter 78

Back in Greyson's residence, the grandfather sat in the middle of the dining table, enjoying breakfast with his family as a must when starting the day, and dinner also had to be attended by everyone, except Evan's chair.

A chair that is always empty and is not uncommon in a man’s head, even in a month, can be counted.

There was only silence when the spoonful and the fork touched each other’s plates. The waiters stood behind, and those at the table were busy with their breakfast.

Maybe they could talk to each other, but no one dared to talk. If there was their leader there, he would give it after the old man went to his private room.

Mr. Greyson had no interest in touching food in front of him, though he was someone who always appreciated the crafts of the waiters, but since yesterday he could not shift anything in his mind, and Evan’s words seemed to give him a loud warning about changing his mind.

He hadn’t imagined that Evan would give up the office h