"No buts. From now on, you eat wherever he wants you to eat. And if he says it's on the same dining table, so be it. No arguments. Do I make myself clear?"
"Y..yes, Sir." Grace said and obediently wheeled herself towards the huge table that was the size of a banquet table. She carefully lifted herself from the wheelchair and settled on one of the chairs arranged neatly around the huge table.
Jace glanced at his son but instead of being happy, the person that everything was being done for was busy giving him an angry glare.
'Really?' Jace couldn't help but feel helpless. He understood that his son was mad at him for the tone he had used with his nanny.
"Mrs Bertrand, please serve the meal," he ordered the cook.
"Yes, Mr Brandon."
The aroma of the food filled the entire dining room and Grace, who had completely forgotten about food, was suddenly reminded that she only had breakfast the entire day.
