Madam Charlotte entered the room with a fatigued sigh, her gait heavy as she made her way toward the refectory table.Her sons-in-law, Gracia and Nelson, were engrossed in their meals, their plates filled with delicious food. Gracia, noticing his mother-in-law's arrival, paused his eating and warmly welcomed her."Granny, what a pleasant surprise! How did you come here unexpectedly?" Nelson inquired, genuine curiosity gleaming in his eyes.Amelia and Emily also interrupted her meal to join the conversation. "Grandma, why didn't you tell me you were coming? I would have prepared something special for you," she exclaimed, a tinge of disappointment in her voice.Madam Charlotte, known for her curt mannerisms, cut Amelia off sharply. "Enough chatter, Amelia. Eat your meal," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.Amelia obediently lowered her head and resumed her meal, feeling a mixture of guilt and confusion. She couldn't fathom why her usually doting grandmother was being
"I need to hurry and clear up any misunderstanding that may be causing all the frenzy." Dave muttered to himself as he looked at the ceiling.Dave didn't quite know what to make of all the sudden attention that he was attracting. He had lived a relatively private life up until now, with only a few select people knowing who he really was. However, all that was about to change.The paparazzi had started to follow him around, taking pictures of him at every turn. They had even started to dig up his past, trying to uncover any secrets that he may have been keeping hidden from the public eye.It wasn't long before tabloid newspapers started to appear, with headlines screaming "Who really is Dave?"" plastered all over them. The articles inside were full of speculation and innuendo, trying to paint Dave in the worst possible light.The people of the country were quick to jump to conclusions, believing everything they read. They accused Dave of being a fraud, claiming that he was only using h
Amelia woke up to a strange sensation of emptiness beside her. Panic started creeping up her throat as she stretched her hand out to the other side of the bed, only to find it cold and unoccupied.Her mind raced, thinking of all the possible explanations for Nelson’s absence. Had he gotten up early to make breakfast?Had he gone out for a run? Had he forgotten something at work and had to go back? Her heart pounded with fear as she tried to come up with a logical explanation.Frantically, Amelia reached for her phone to give Nelson a call, but it failed to connect.She tried again and again, but each time the call ended before she could even hear it ring.Her mind became foggy with anxiety as she wondered what could have happened.She sat on the edge of the bed, feeling lost and alone. The silence in the room was deafening, and her mind became overrun with doubts.Had Nelson been in an accident? Was he hurt somewhere with no way to call for help? Her anxiety escalated as she tried to
Amelia stood in front of her kitchen counter, her apron tied tightly around her waist. Amelia turned to her husband with a smile and said, "I'll start preparing the food, dear."She began by taking out all the ingredients from their designated cabinets and shelves. Amelia carefully chopped vegetables and measured out spices, feeling the texture of each ingredient as it slid through her fingers.With the aromas of sautéed onions and garlic filling the kitchen, Nelson walked in, his mouth watering from the delicious scent. "What are you cooking, my dear?" he asked eagerly.Amelia turned to him with a smile and said, "I decided to make your favorite dish: grilled chicken with garlic and roasted potatoes."Nelson's face lit up with excitement. "That sounds amazing! I can't wait to try it.Amelia carefully placed the chicken in the oven, setting the timer and basting it occasionally. She then made sure to crisp up the potatoes, adding in the freshly minced garlic and rosemary for that extr
Dave sat in his father's dining hall, about to enjoy the feast laid before him, when his phone buzzed on the table. Curiosity piqued, he picked it up and glanced at the screen.It was an incoming call from an unknown number. With a furrowed brow, Dave answered the call, wondering who could call at this moment."Nelson?" Dave spoke, his voice laced with uncertainty.Laughter erupted from the other end of the line, and Dave could almost feel Nelson's smugness through the phone. The joviality in his tone sent a chill down Dave's spine, causing him to grip the phone tighter."You're such a loser, Dave," Nelson taunted. "You think you can just coast through life, don't you? Well, let me tell you something, buddy. It's time to wake up and face reality."Dave's heart beat faster as Nelson's harsh words pierced through him. He had always known Nelson to be a troublemaker, but he never expected such a vehement attack.Confusion and anger swirled within him, fueling his desire to understand wha
"How dare Dave cut my words short? Why should he even end the call?Nelson said annoyedily,still sitting at the dining table, staring at his phone. He had been waiting for Alexander's call, but it never came. Giving up,he got back to eating his food and thinking about what he was going to put Dave through.Finally, his phone rang, and he eagerly answered it, hoping to pour his heart out to his best friend. But after a few minutes, Dave suddenly said he had to go and would meet at his office.Nelson was still annoyed and hurt. Why would Dave feel like he's above him?He bit his lips hard and dragged himself from the dining table. He muttered to himself, “Does he think he’s the president’s son, so he’s done? What gives him the right to end our call just like that without any explanation?” Nelson fumed as he paced back and forth at the dining table.After what seemed like an eternity, Nelson finally took the last bite of his meal.He set down his fork and leaned back in his chair. His st
Amelia looked up from where she sat and saw Nelson enter the room with a puzzled expression on her face. "Nelson, why are you going back to your room?" she asked curiously.Nelson smiled at Amelia and replied, "I'm going back to get dressed and meet Alexander Cromwell."His eyes sparkled with seriousness as he spoke. Amelia nodded, understanding that he had important business to attend to.Nelson quickly made his way back to his room to change into more formal attire.After dressing up, Nelson retrieved his car keys and headed straight to his office.However, on his way, he decided to make a small detour and stop by a nearby restaurant for a refreshing glass of wine.He knew it would help him relax before the meeting with Cromwell.Entering the restaurant, Nelson found a quiet corner table and settled himself comfortably.He signaled the waiter and ordered a glass of wine.As he waited for his drink, he couldn't help but overhear the familiar ringtone of his phone.He fished it out of
Dave woke up feeling great and ready for the day ahead. As he stretched his arms and sat up in bed, he heard a soft knock on his bedroom door. "Come in," he said.The door opened, and the maidens and guards walked in, carrying breakfast. "Good morning, Master. We have coffee, croissants, and eggs for you," one of the maidens said with a smile."Thank you. This looks delicious," Dave said as he savored the aroma of the coffee."You're welcome, Master. We take pleasure in serving you," another maiden replied, pouring him another cup of coffee.Dave couldn't help but appreciate their efforts. "You don't have to go through so much trouble for me," he said with a hint of guilt."Master. It's our duty to make sure you're taken care of," a guard chimed in.Dave relaxed and allowed himself to be pampered.He hesitated for a moment, glancing at the suit with a touch of resentment.Sometimes he wondered if he were being handed everything on a silver platter, simply because of his last name.How