It was strange to watch the father and son exchange sharp glares over something as simple as food.
They didn't say much, but the silent battle between them was impossible to miss.
Tonight's dinner had been meant to be special. Ivy had cooked it herself, and for a moment, everyone had expected a warm, heartfelt evening.
Instead, it ended with a strange tension lingering in the air, one that only faded after everyone quietly retreated.
"Ah… that was terrifying," one of the maids whispered as she cleaned the table. "I felt like I was going to freeze between those cold stares."
"I never thought the young master could be just as intimidating as his father," another muttered.
They all knew Leo resembled Xander.
But never, not even once, had they seen him stand his ground like that.
To them, he had always been the sweet, innocent child they adored and pampered.
And yet tonight, they had caught a glimpse of something else.
Something far too similar to Xander.
