Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 197

Sylvia cast a glance over the grand dining table, her mind wandering back to the last time she was seated here for a meal, which ended in a heated argument directed at Bridget and her mom. At the head of the table sat Tristan, clad in a sharp suit, his expression slightly stern.

Out of politeness, Sylvia still managed a respectful, "Grandpa."

"Mm, sit down, let's eat," he said, gesturing for everyone to start with a wave of his hand.

Sylvia eyed the seafood spread on the table and swallowed hard, but with Tristan present, she only helped herself to the beef in front of her.

She wasn't just representing herself, but also Naomi. Considering Naomi would still be living with the Garcias, every action and word from her, as Naomi's daughter, was of utmost importance.

As she pondered, Naomi loaded her plate with an array of seafood, including slices of raw fish, conch meat, and even went as far as to serve her a hearty bowl of lobster bisque.

Naomi whispered without drawing any attention, "Eat up. I'll get you some black cod, stuffed shrimp, and grilled prawns later."

Sylvia nodded in gratitude, silently thanking her daughter.

Previously not a fan of seafood, finding it too fishy, Sylvia's view completely changed after tasting the seafood prepared by the Garcia family's chef.

She took a sip of the lobster bisque and reached for a slice of raw fish.

"Ahem." Rupert coughed twice, setting down his fork. "The raw fish is off, let's remove it."

Sylvia was taken aback.

family's seafood always flown in

could it

the chef no

family's matters, so she silently put down the raw fish slice as the servants cleared

could even touch it,

been properly cleaned

stomach issues last night. Let's clear these away. Get some chicken

no time in

as the food in front of her was completely cleared away, leaving her with nothing but beef to

nodded, "It's good you remember these

napkin, smiling, "Dad, it's nothing serious, just the usual issues. A good

Rupert, for considering men

clenched her fork tighter, mourning the missed opportunity to enjoy

chicken soup

in front of her, Sylvia regretted not having more of the lobster bisque

asked in a tone that was stern yet not unkind, "Sylvia, not

grip on her spoon,

be a while before you get to have this again,"