With that heavy atmosphere in the kitchen, I didn't know what to do.

“Only the pork leg is left to finish roasting, sir,” Denise replied.

“Hurry up, I'm starving. You know I like things on time.”

After speaking to her, he turned his gaze to me.

“Is the boy better now?” he asked, without any expression on his face.

I couldn't believe that man knew his son had been sick and showed no concern, leaving the house early and now asking without any emotion.

“Yes, sir, your son is better.” I emphasized