The call ended abruptly, and Timothy took a deep breath to steady himself.
It was just a woman, yet he found himself putting so much effort into this situation.
Fine, he thought, he would play along with Sophie's game.
For lunch, Timothy whipped up a lavish meal, the table covered with an array of exquisite dishes.
Angelo had never experienced such a feast, even during his time with the Pollard family.
To think that Odie indulged in such luxury daily, having eighteen different dishes for lunch alone.
The guy lived like an emperor.
In contrast...
Angelo shook his head, resigned.
Being a son of the Pollard family, his meals had been far more modest.
At that moment, Angelo looked up and saw Timothy fussing over the plates.
Timothy's earnest expression and meticulous spirit earned Angelo's admiration.
Couldn't the kid see that Sophie was just toying with him?
Youth, always so transparently naive!
Soon, Sophie was helping Colby downstairs, while Odie and Jonah also made their way down from the other side.
Upon seeing Colby, Timothy couldn't help but scrutinize the legendary figure from abroad, but he quickly averted his gaze.
Sophie remarked, "Well, the dinner looks splendid."
"Thank you for your kind words, Ms. Sophie. I'll get back to cleaning now."
Timothy didn't even seek a word of praise from Sophie and obediently returned to the kitchen to tidy up.
Angelo was taken aback and said, "Ms. Sophie, he's still a minor, and you're treating him like hired help. That's pretty heartless!"
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