Jerome still had some affection for his sister, but his wife was indifferent. That''s why his family went to the main vi for breakfast without waiting for them.


    Teresa hurried with Jeffrey and Yvonne to the main vi where Mr. James Sr. lived.


    When they arrived, Mr. James Sr. had just woken up and was being helped into the hall by the butler.


    Jerome''s and Teresa''s families were seated, but Mrs. James Sr. and her two children had yet to arrive.


    Mr. James Sr. wasn''t annoyed. He simply sipped his tea and waited, clearly showing


    his high tolerance for Marcia and Joshua.


    Jerome and Teresa didn''t dare say a word and sat obediently in their seats.


    Yvonne also waited quietly, so bored she couldn''t help but yawn.


    Mr. James Sr., holding his teacup, shot Yvonne a displeased nce. Teresa frowned and tugged on her sleeve.


    Yvonne, however, was unfazed and even asked a servant to make her a cup of tea, ordering them around as if they were her own staff.


    They waited for nearly half an hour before Mrs. James Sr. arrived with her two children. Marcia''s own children weren''t there; they would go directly to the hotel for the banquet with their father.


    Joshua, however, was holding the hand of a little boy about Joseph''s age. It was his illegitimate son, Jason James.


    Jason had an arrogant, sharp look in his eyes, the clear mark of a spoiled child.


    "Grandpa!" Jason ran into the hall, broke free from his father''s hand, and threw himself into Mr. James Sr.''s arms.


    Though he was illegitimate, he was the apple of Mr. and Mrs. James Sr.''s eye.


    Mr. James Sr. hugged his grandson, his eyes wrinkling withughter.


    Once everyone had arrived, the servants began to serve breakfast.


    As one of the youngest, Jason sat next to Yvonne. He casually ced a te of shrimp and a crab in front of her and ordered, "Peel these for me."


    Yvonne shot him a cold look and ignored him, focusing on her own food.


    The original Yvonne had a severe seafood allergy; even touching it would cause a reaction. She had ang? p?eled seafood for Jason and her hands broke out in a painful, itchy rash.


    When Jason saw the rash, he felt no guilt. Instead, he made things worse, ordering the servants to bring her a whole tter of seafood to peel.


    For a child to harbor such malice towards a rtive... he was truly rotten to the core.


    The original Yvonne had been too timid to resist, but this Yvonne wasn''t about to put up with his nonsense.


    "Are you deaf? Didn''t you hear me?" Jason shouted angrily when Yvonne ignored him.


    Yvonne held her utensils and nced at him. "Are your hands broken? If you want to eat, peel it yourself!"


    "I want you to peel it. If you don''t, I won''t eat," Jasonmanded petntly.


    "Eat it or don''t. I''m not your parent, and I have no obligation to spoil you," Yvonne said, pushing the te of seafood back at him.


    As the little tyrant of the James family, Jason had probably never been refused before. His face. changed instantly and he began to wail at the top of his lungs.


    His howling grated on Yvonne''s nerves. If they weren''t at the James family estate, she would have


    pped him already. A brat throwing a tantrum deserved a good spanking.


    But the moment Jason started crying, the expressions of everyone else at the table soured.