"Who were you speaking to outside father?" Ian asked. Phillip closed the door and turned to Ian who had just walked out of the bathing room with nothing on but a frown on his face.
"No one, no one, just that someone came to inform me that breakfast was a disaster, for some odd reason, there was something wrong with the soup and now everyone is disappointed and hungry." Phillip explained.
Ian simply scoffed. "I knew that breakfast this morning would not go on well." Ian shook his head.
"Yes, yes, well, I asked for breakfast for you. Some eggs and bread the way you like it." Phillip smiled. Ian had already taken a bite out of the fried egg left on the tray on top of the table.
"What is with the sudden care and attention this morning?" Ian asked as the maids carried out buckets of water from the tub to the poured outside.
"What do you mean by son? I am always caring." Phillip smiled. Ian scoffed, he begged to differ.
"Not always so." He replied.
