Chapter 7 A Disastrous Dinner
In this house, Mr. Lin was the absolute authority. Challenging his authority or contradicting him was not allowed.
Zuri's actions were like pulling the tiger's whiskers.
Saira was shocked, not by the life she had led, but by her ability to casually speak about those humiliating experiences.
Aaron and Dalia were silent.
"Zuri, it's all Mom's fault." Dalia wiped her tears and walked to her side, trying to embrace her.
Zuri stood up, avoiding her embrace.
Once, she had longed to be held by her mother. Now, she no longer needed it.
She had suffered so much that she had become used to it.
"I'm full. Enjoy your meal."
Zuri didn't care what they thought or felt and left the dining room nonchalantly.
The atmosphere in the dining room grew even heavier after she left. Aaron looked at the table full of Saira's favorite dishes and lost his appetite.
Aaron looked at Dalia, "In the future, ask Zuri what she likes to eat before meals."
Upon hearing these words, Saira felt a pang of bitterness, her hands on her lap clenched into fists.
Now even the food was something she had to fight for.
Dalia nodded, seeing her husband rise, and hurriedly asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"
He couldn't stomach any more.
"No, I'm done." Before leaving the dining room, he glanced at Saira with a heavy heart, and left with a stern face.
After both of them left, Dalia sat back down. "Saira, eat more."
Saira looked at the table full of dishes, mostly sashimi, and after hearing Zuri's words, she had lost her appetite. Even knowing Zuri did it on purpose, it still left a knot in her heart.
"No, I'm already full."
After the way Dad looked at her just now, how could she have any appetite?
Mom was completely oblivious.
Saira complained inwardly, but didn't dare show it on her face.
If it were the past, she would have already lost her temper.
Now, even though she was angry, she had to endure it.
Seeing that neither of them were eating anymore, Dalia put down her chopsticks and waved for the servants to clear the table.
"Arianwen, what was Zuri thinking, bringing up such things at dinner? She made everyone unhappy. Do you think she blames me for not finding out earlier?" Dalia complained to Arianwen, feeling uncomfortable.
Arianwen sighed inwardly. If she were Miss Zuri, she would also feel uncomfortable. Her first meal back home was filled with dishes that Saira liked. Of course Miss Zuri would be upset.
Indeed, Madam handled this poorly, but Arianwen didn't dare say that.
She smiled and said, "Miss Zuri just needs time to adjust. If you show her more concern, things will get better naturally."
"Alright then."
Dalia stood up, not wanting to continue the conversation.
Knock, knock, knock...
"Come in."
The door opened, and Saira entered, her gaze falling on Zuri, who was sitting in her favorite spot.
From there, one could see the most beautiful view of the villa area. The chair was a custom-made crocodile leather sofa designed by her brother, unique in the world.
But now, it was occupied by her.
Seeing this, her heart bled.