Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Wearing a solemn expression, Tyrone pressed the bell, signaling the need for immediate attention.

In a matter of minutes, the waitress knocked on the door and entered the room, sensing the somber atmosphere. A feeling of unease settled on the waitress. “Sir and Madam, what can I do for you?”

When the waitress noticed the two mutton dishes to the side, she felt something was amiss.

Tyrone’s countenance darkened as he spoke with gravity. “My wife suddenly vomited after eating the braised mutton. She loves mutton, and this has never happened before. I suspect the mutton in your restaurant isn’t fresh and may not even be fit for consumption.”

The waitress looked concerned at Sabrina, who sat there with a pale face and attempted to reassure them. “I’m sorry for what happened. We made the food today, and it should be fresh. It’s highly unlikely that it could be bad. Would you like me to exchange the two dishes for fresh ones?”

A high-end establishment like this wouldn’t risk tarnishing its reputation with subpar practices.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

was a regular patron due to the consistently excellent

unexpected situation when Sabrina, who typically enjoyed mutton, suddenly vomited after catching

the manager, please.” Tyrone wasn’t concerned about the money and aimed to

recognizing the need to handle the situation delicately. She

call the manager right

waitress collected the used bin and was about to leave when Tyrone added, “Wait, can

“Right away, Sir.”

he addressed the couple, “Mr. and Mrs. Blakely, I heard about what happened, and I’m terribly sorry. Perhaps the chef didn’t cook it well. This bottle of wine is on me. Please allow me to bring you two more

event in the past, the manager would personally greet him, suggesting

afraid that is

about more bottles of wine

sincerity, Tyrone wasn’t overly stern