Both of them froze for a second at the table.
Nelson came over carrying a bowl, looking unfazed. He set it down quietly, grabbed a napkin, and was about to walk off.
Beatrice snapped out of it first, raised her hand, and swatted him on the hip. "What's wrong with you? Didn't you see Claire already put down her chopsticks? What's the point of bringing food now?"
The sharp smack made Nelson stiffen. His hand paused mid-air and he instinctively glanced over at Claire.
Claire hadn't expected the usually elegant Mrs. Grant to go for a full-on slap like that. She couldn't help letting out a small laugh.
Nelson's lips tightened slightly, and he quickly looked away, his expression a bit off.
His eyes scanned the barely touched dishes on the table, eyebrows knitting together. "Y
