Callie noticed the waiter’s unusual demeanor and tugged at Mollie, whispering, “Isn’t this a bit impolite?”
“In these times, it’s better to be cautious,” Mollie replied. Unexpectedly, the waiter slightly lifted his head, revealing eyes hidden under a baseball cap. His dark pupils carried an intense sharpness, like a blade unsheathed, staring directly at Mollie.
Mollie’s legs went weak. Why did an ordinary waiter have such a gaze?
The atmosphere grew tense. Callie wanted to intervene, but the waiter spoke through gritted teeth, “I have a skin condition.”
Mollie stood frozen. Why did this voice sound so familiar? Who was it? She couldn’t recall.
Callie’s maternal instinct kicked in. She pulled Mollie away gently and apologized, “I’m sorry, my friend didn’t mean it. She has some mental issues.”
When the dishes were finally served, Mollie, who had ordered a lot, sat in a daze. Callie asked, “What’s wrong?”
Mollie was still lost in the memory of those cold, fierce eyes. It didn’t make sense… How could she be intimidated by a waiter’s gaze?
She looked up again and saw the same waiter serving their food. Mollie stared at him, trying to figure out why he seemed so familiar.
Callie lightly scolded her for being rude but let it go.
Albert said, “You must know that the Ellison family has gone to great lengths to find you. If possible, I hope you can give us a chance. If Grandpa were still here, he would want you to do this.”
Mentioning Grandpa made Callie lower her head. “I’ll consider it.”
This restaurant was frequented by the wealthy and powerful. Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass came from the next private room-sharp and loud. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows by the roadside, they could clearly see a group of people inside.
A girl stood opposite them, being held back, her chest heaving with anger. “Don’t push me too far!”
She pointed at a young man sitting there with two buttons of his shirt undone, legs crossed, and a mocking smile on his face. His eyes had a slight upward tilt at the corners, exuding disdain.
He held a phone in one hand and spoke nonchalantly but with unexpected seriousness, “Don’t say it’s none of your business. Even if it is, how much can you control? You’re just my father’s illegitimate daughter. Don’t think you can get anything from our family.”
No one at the table dared to speak; they exchanged glances, unsure who to pull away first.
Seeing the girl about to throw something again in her rage, someone entered from outside and was startled by the scene. “Put that down!”
The newcomer walked over, looking at both sides of the confrontation without knowing what had happened. He tried to comfort the girl first. “What happened now? Didn’t I tell you before? Your brother is immature; you should give in to him more often.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he got kicked in the calf by the man behind him. “You’re talking nonsense.”
The girl slammed the table, feeling more aggrieved. “I know you’re all on his side. You grew up together and are all the same! But what about me? My mom is gone; I have nothing but the label of an illegitimate daughter. Can’t I ask for something?”