Chase swallowed a bite of the food he couldn’t even taste, and felt it settle wrongly in his stomach. Suppressing a grimace, he took a sip of water.
This was torture.
He loathed the sight of Jeffrey and his mother. That was why this food looked so unappealing. He would have asked West to come with him to the dinner, but he had a feeling that this was strictly family time.
Besides, West was in the hospital receiving treatment for the injuries he sustained from they fight that landed him in jail.
His eyes moved over to where his father sat, and noticed that he was picking at his food as well. The food couldn’t be unappealing, because Jeffrey was wolfing down his plate like an animal.
Eleanor placed one hand on his arm, encouraging him to eat more in her sickening “worried” tone of voice
