Mrs. Bush came out of the kitchen, followed by a servant, carrying a bowl of soup.

“Amos, dinner is ready, it’s all your favorite food.” Mrs. Bush came over and looked at Nathan happily, like a young girl who was just in love.

Nathan walked by her coldly, and Mrs. Bush hurriedly followed him, “Amos, this is your seat.”

Nathan did not sit on the chair that Mrs. Bush pulled away from him but went straight to the position closest to Crystal.

The dining table was very long, so the food was mainly placed in front of the prominent seat, but Nathan had sat far away from it.

“Don’t you...