Tyler raised his head, his cold gaze fixed on Jonathan.
His voice was low and steady.
"Whatever it is, it can wait until after dinner."
Seeing the expressions on his wife and son's faces, Jonathan hesitated.
Fortunately, the ringing stopped on its own at that moment.
He breathed an inward sigh of relief and sat back down.
But then the phone rang again, its shrill tone piercing the dead silence of the private dining room.
Jonathan reached out, switched the phone to vibrate, and set it aside.
"Let's eat."
Mechanically, he picked up his knife and fork and resumed eating his food in front of him.
Yet his movements were noticeably hurried.
The name "Tamara" flashing on the screen made Margaret's face darken further.
The exquisite food tasted like sawdust in her mouth, all its earlier delicacy gone.
The veins on her hand stood out as she gripped her cutlery.
