The maids served the breakfast plates on the table in rapid succession. At the same time, the Patriarch of the Fontana Family was slowly making his way down the stairs with the housekeeper’s support.
Agnes crumpled up the newspapers and immediately threw them into the trash bin. She walked towards him and took his hand from the housekeeper’s and carefully supported him. Welcoming him with a smile, she greeted endearingly, “Good morning, Father!”
“Mm!”
Agnes helped him to his seat. The Patriarch straightened his posture and raised his chin to survey the entire dining room. Then he suddenly asked, “That b*stard didn’t come last night?”
At his mention of this, sadness visibly crept across her face. She replied helplessly, “Mm. He didn’t come home, and I have no idea where he’s gone off to
