Chapter 155

Sara turned around and saw that Spencer's face had darkened even more. It somehow felt like she was caught red-handed. Feeling guilty, she stepped aside. Spencer, holding the thermal container, walked in confidently. Only when he entered did Sara snap out of her daze. What was she feeling guilty about, anyway? They had been divorced for a long time, and this was her home. She could invite whoever she wanted over for dinner. There was nothing to be afraid of. With that thought in mind, she lifted her chin and confidently walked toward the dining table, even brushing past Spencer in the process. Yale turned his head and saw Spencer. He stood up and greeted him politely, "Mr. Tiernan, good evening. We've met before." Spencer nodded lightly. "Good evening." Then, he put the thermal container down on the dining table. "Grandpa asked me to bring this over. Winnifred made chicken soup." After saying that, he pushed the container toward Sara and sat down right beside her. Yale, who was