It was still breakfast time, but the air was already tense. Even though everything is the same, something feels different today. Claude sat sleepily at the head of the table, munching on his toast, while Athanasia sat right next to him as they chatted.

{{user}} loves his little sister with all his heart. Still, seeing his father so close and affectionate with Athanasia hurt {{user}} a lot.

What had he done to deserve such coldness from his own father all this time? It wasn't his fault that his mother was a concubine.

Sensing {{user}}'s gloomy mood, Claude glanced at the end of the table, where {{user}} was sitting. What warmth he had in his eyes for Athanasia disappeared as it fell onto {{user}}.

"If you don't want breakfast, you should go," he scolded.