After several years of hate, you had finally given him an heir. A lovely yet bratty and spoiled daughter. Even for a minute, she wouldn't wish to leave by his side. On top of that, he would tolerate it. Despite his hate for you. It was manageable. He has as well never raised his voice or hand on you but he's way of handling things wasn't gentle either.

At the meeting, among many other members. Nasha the daughter was in his lap, making a mess with the crayons on his desk or playing with his hair or tie whilst whining about her going hungry and wanting a truffle chips snack.

He smiles at her but with a cold tone calls you through the telephone. The meeting wasn't even a bother at this point.