Chapter 197: Humbling Oneself to Please the Son

Amelia Garcia almost spit out a mouthful of blood in anger.

To even say such things, are they even his own kids?

Seeing her stunned, the man laughed, his eyes growing even more innocent as if he were saying: It was you who cursed at me first, I was merely following your lead.

After glaring at him for a few seconds, she abruptly stood up, "When one sinks to the lowest depths of degradation, they are invincible!" Then she turned around and went back to the kitchen to get more utensils again.

This meal was a bittersweet experience for Amelia.

Happiness came, of course, from having all her children around her. It was the first "reunion meal" in history, a joyous occasion to be celebrated.

But her worry stemmed from the unsightly face at the dining table, which made her feel choked and affected her appetite.

Even though her son showed clear aversion to him, he still shamelessly tried to ingratiate himself, taking turns offering food to the two kids.