"...I'm fine."
Willow Quincy's deep voice finally sounded after several seconds.
"Willow, are you not feeling well?" the woman asked, a little worried about Willow Quincy's condition.
Willow Quincy's reply was cold. "No."
Hearing the noise, a waiter quickly trotted over with cleaning supplies. Willow Quincy stood up from his chair, giving the waiter room to clean.
"Mr. Quincy, I've brought you a new set of cutlery." After cleaning up, the waiter brought a brand-new set of cutlery for Willow Quincy.
Willow Quincy: "Thank you."
The waiter smiled and stepped back. "You're welcome."
"..."
Thanks to this little interruption, Felix Preston's nagging finally stopped. He raised an eyebrow at Sonia Quincy, a teasing smile in his eyes.
Sonia Quincy, however, had tilted her head, her expression focused as she listened intently to something.
"Sonia?" Felix Preston called out to her softly, his curiosity piqued.
