Early the next morning, just as the sky began to lighten, Mrs. Carter asked the servants to prepare a sumptuous breakfast.
Evan Palmer walked into the dining room, slowly sat down at the table, and his gaze inadvertently swept over the still-empty seats, his brow instantly furrowing into a frown.
"It's already this late, and not a single person is here to eat."
Evan Palmer raised his voice.
"Young people, they should sleep a bit more."
Mrs. Carter wore a gentle smile on her face, her eyes full of kindness.
"Carlos has been spoiled by you,"
Evan Palmer snorted coldly, the displeasure on his face becoming more apparent,
"I heard he was downstairs drinking in silence last night and didn't go back to the room to sleep all night.
You said that marrying a wife would make him behave better, but who knows, he's still like this.
People might think he's so dissatisfied with his wife."
Evan Palmer sneered.
