In the evening, Leo Harrell gazed at the table full of dishes, his lips unconsciously curling upwards.
"Call her out as well."
Manager Martin was slightly startled, her?
"You mean Miss Cloud?"
Evelyn Smith and Edward Harrell both looked surprised, then their expressions similarly furrowed into frowns.
"Why call her over?" Edward Harrell's brow slightly creased. Apart from being Arthur's mother, he actually had little respect for her.
If it were not for Grandpa Harrell, he would have never acknowledged this marriage.
How could a mute be fit to join in such an honorable gathering?
"She is Arthur's mother." Leo Harrell didn't say more. He tasted a nearby dish of garlic pork ribs, something that was not usually served in the Harrell mansion.
But even Edward had to admit that Sophia Cloud indeed possessed a culinary talent that others couldn't match.
When Sophia Cloud was called down, she was still wearing a servant's dress, clearly having just put Arthur to sleep.