Chapter 133

Perkins Villa. Mr. Carson opened the door with a polite smile. "Mr. Perkins, Mrs. Perkin, you're back?" Both of them had stiff faces and just gave a nod in response. Mr. Carson quickly followed up, "Sir, ma'am, you mentioned you'd be dining at the main estate, so I didn't have anything prepped here. You're back pretty early—do you want me to arrange dinner?" "Yes." "Yes." They answered in unison. Right after they spoke, Samantha shot Alexander a sharp glare, only to see he was glaring right back at her. Mr. Carson hesitated, clearly sensing trouble. "Then... should it be Calverian or Farsenian cuisine tonight?" "Farsenian." "Calverian." Again, they replied together—but picked totally different things. Mr. Carson stiffened, a bit flustered. "Well..." Alexander cut in coldly, tossing the words over his shoulder as he headed upstairs. "Go with what she wants." Later that evening, Samantha made a call to the main estate. She was told Nicholas's mood was somewhat stable, just a little down.