Tracy looked down at the white silk dress she was wearing today. Its natural beauty and excellent drapability made her elegant. Her black long hair draped over her shoulders. The two distinct colors of black and white made her plain face look purer.

As she went downstairs, she tugged at her dress. Although it was a knee-length dress, the discomfort made by the wind brushing between her legs reminded her of what had just happened. It was a nightmare. The pain grew clearer.

It was the same place where they had a meal in the afternoon. But now, Hugo joined them for dinner, sitting in the main seat.

Tracy walked over. Louis raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly. "How can you faint in a shower?"

Hearing Louis's sarcastic words, Tracy wanted to defend herself, but she bit her tongue and sat down obediently considering Hugo was present.

The dinner was even more sumptuous than lunch. In fact, it didn't matter what Tracy ate. The most important thing was the people she had a meal with. She felt so pressured to have dinner with Hugo and Louis. Looking at Louis's face, she felt impossible that he was her son as Hugo said. (No way! How can I have a six-year-old son?) It was difficult for her to accept this change. (How come Louis is my son?)

Immersed in her emotions, she did not notice that Hugo and Louis were staring at her.

"Let's eat," Hugo said in a deep voice.

Tracy looked at the food in front of her, gritted her teeth, and finally picked up her knife and fork. After all, health was the most important thing in life.

"I don't want to eat!" shouted Louis.

When she just took a mouthful of rice, Louis sitting opposite became vexed again. Tracy subconsciously intended to put down the knife and fork to coax him, but it seemed unnecessary because his father was present.

"Your stomach will ache if you take pills on an empty stomach."

Hearing Hugo's words, Tracy sighed. Their interaction appeared indifferent.

"I just don't want to eat!"

Louis said coolly.

"Hurry up and eat!" Hugo said angrily.

Tracy silently put down her knife and fork. (How can I have an appetite in this atmosphere?) She sighed and looked at the servants' expressionless faces. They seemed to get used to it.

"I ... I'm finished. Take your time."

Just as Tracy was about to get up and leave, she was stopped by a cold voice.

"Sit down and eat!"

Hearing Hugo's words, Tracy had to sit down obediently. She admitted that she was afraid of him.

But Louis was not afraid of Hugo. He put down the cutlery sulkily and stared straight at Tracy. He was not intending for dinner.

(Damn it! How can I eat while being stared by Hugo and Louis at the same time?) Tracy was holding a fork and hesitating to eat or not. Just when she thought Hugo was going to freak out, his reaction surprised her. Instead of getting angry, Hugo coaxed Louis helplessly. Tracy didn't expect a person like him to dote on his child so much, but maybe he was only a demanding person in front of her! Thinking of this, she smiled bitterly.

Just as she was in a trance, Louis lost his temper and directly shoved the plate in front of him away. His behavior startled Tracy. His face was sullen. It was the first time she had seen such a grumpy child, but she couldn't have the heart to reproach him when looking at his pale face. Snow immediately cleaned up the mess calmly and the other servants did not dare to approach him. It seemed that this was not the first time that Louis had lost his temper.

"Don't eat it if you don't like it. What food do you like? I'll let the chef cook for you. Louis, you need to eat and it'll help your body recover."

Looking at the scene where Hugo was talking patiently to his badass son, Tracy felt it was very sweet. (A young handsome father and an exquisitely handsome son! What a beautiful scene!)

"I have no appetite at all!" Louis pouted and shouted.

"Eating no food is unhealthy," Hugo said patiently.

"I don't want to eat anything," repeated Louis.

Tracy was speechless.

According to Tracy's rough estimate, Hugo and Louis kept hamster wheeling about this more than five or six times, which almost talked her ear off.

She quietly picked up her knife and fork and began to eat leisurely. In the solemn atmosphere, her movements were particularly abrupt. She knew it was inappropriate, but that was what she wanted.

Everyone, including Hugo, looked at her in surprise. Tracy ate in a leisurely and unhurried manner like a lady of a good family. She was comely. The way she ate food would convince others that the food was yummy.

"Is yours delicious?" asked Louis.

Hearing his question, Tracy smiled secretly. As she expected, Louis was just a kid whose curiosity was aroused. She did not answer but focused on eating her food.

"Why don't you talk to me?" Louis couldn't resist but ask Tracy before Hugo spoke. His tone changed with less impatience.

Hugo noticed that Tracy nodded with satisfaction. With a hint of playfulness in his eyes, he decided to wait and see.

Tracy put down her cutlery gently and looked at Louis with a smile. "I don't want to talk to vexatious kids."

"What does 'vexatious' mean?" Louis asked straightforwardly.

Tracy was speechless.

Just as she looked sideways, she saw the corners of Hugo's mouth turned up into a smile. If it weren't for Louis's strong personality, she might think that it was Hugo who was to blame for Louis's bad upbringing. But 'vexatious' was indeed too difficult for a six-year-old child to understand.

"What I mean is that you waste food, lose your temper at the table and threaten your father not to eat meals." She pointed at the food scattered on the ground first, then pointed at Louis. She continued, "No one will like such a child."

"I don't need you to like me!" Louis said domineeringly.

"Alright, please don't talk to me anymore." Tracy had always maintained a gentle tone. Looking at Louis's cute little angry face, she resisted the urge to rush up and hug him.

A heavy silence fell upon the room. Louis's face contorted with rage and he was getting angrier with every minute. The servants had never seen him so pissed off before and they were all quietly waiting for him to fly into a rage.

Hugo's eyes grew colder and colder. (Is she so indifferent to her son and impatient?) Just as he was about to make a sound, Louis spoke first ahead of his father.

"Will you talk to me if I eat some food?" The servants beside him were all shocked. (Is this still the stubborn boy we serve?)

(Is this my boy?) Hugo thought with a slight frown.

"As long as you behave well, I'd love to be your friend," Tracy looked up and answered with a faint smile, realizing that her goal was achieved.

"Gee, I don't care about having friends. Just don't ignore me when I talk to you in the future," said Louis.

Looking at the arrogant expression on his face, Tracy nodded and reached out her hand in a serious manner. Seeing his confused look, she took the initiative to stand up and hold his little hand, but only to find that his hand was unusually cold. Just as she was in a daze, Louis suddenly withdrew his hand. When she came back to her senses, she found the trace of shyness on his little pale face.

"What would you like to eat?" Tracy asked with a smile.

Louis looked around the food on the table, pointed to the plate in front of her, and said arrogantly, "I want your food."