"Lunch is ready!" Florence had quickly whipped up a lavish meal, and every dish looked sumptuous.

Dustin had been prepared to make an excuse and slip away but was stopped by Dahlia. In the end, he had no choice but to stay for the meal with Rufus. It was the first time the father and son pair had had a meal together at the same table.

As they ate, Rufus' eyes gradually welled up with tears. It felt like it'd been a lifetime for him, but the day finally came when he could sit down and have a meal with his son.

He had yet to receive his son's forgiveness, but what he had now was good enough. He was already very satisfied. Of course, many people out there would never believe that the ruthless and formidable Prince of Theswe would get teary-eyed over a meal.

Once he had his fill, Rufus tactfully took his leave. He knew that if he stayed on any longer, his son would most likely lose his temper.

Rufus left the Nicholson Villa with a spring in his step.

"How did things go, Sir?" When he got