Cannot Expect

At Mr. Zay's house, everyone gathered at the dining table.

Mr. Zay, as the head of the family, sat on the chair at the end. He savored his food as he looked at his children sitting on his right and left.

"Father, if you have something to say, just say it. Don't stare at us like that," Chloe, Mr. Zay's second child, grumbled irritably.

Then she looked down deeply and muttered, "You're like the invigilator during my exams."

However, instead of speaking, Mr. Zay looked down and continued eating solemnly.

The third child and Mr. Zay's youngest child, who is seven years old, glanced at each other and kicked each other's legs under the table.

Clarita, ignoring others, suddenly stopped her cutlery movements when she remembered something and looked at Mr. Zay. "Father."

Mr. Zay looked up without making a sound.

"I heard that Felix works for our company. Is that true?" asked Clarita to the point.

"It's true," Mr. Zay replied, nodding slowly. "Why? Are you getting interested in the business and

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