Chapter 137

James stared at Wendy. His emotions were tangled and conflicted, but all that showed on his face was anger. Wendy, on the other hand, was in high spirits. The onlookers saw the truth, and for once, she raised an eyebrow at James with slight satisfaction. She had won this round, and she was enjoying every second of it. "So, Mr. Frank, Ms. Sanders, do you still have something to say? If not, maybe get Ethan some food now. His stomach's growling." Hearing those words, the crowd silently judged James and Jenna for not even feeding their child. James' fists clenched so tightly they were slick with sweat. He shot a sharp glance at Liam. This battle was far from over. The waiter, more anxious than anyone, quickly tried to de-escalate the situation. "Mr. Frank, this way, please. Your table is—" "We'll sit right here in the main hall!" James barked, cutting him off before storming toward a nearby table. He had always been the golden boy, rarely facing setbacks, and his pride ran deep.