Xyla nodded to Rosalie to show courtesy, then turned to Chandra and said, Mom, let’s go back.
What’s the rush? It’s already noon, and we’re conveniently at a restaurant. This place seems quite nice, Chandra remarked before turning to Rosalie. After all, you were once my grandson’s wife, and this child is my grandson.
Rosalie felt a bit awkward. If she revealed that Steve wasn’t Sebastian’s child, it would expose the fact that he was Theodore’s son.
Chandra turned and called out. Is the manager here?
A man in a black uniform hurried over. Madam.
Where’s your attentiveness? Can’t you see us standing here? Do you have any private dining rooms available? Something suitable for our group, Chandra demanded.
The manager offered an apologetic smile. I’m sorry, madam, the private rooms are fully booked. However, there are still tables available in the main dining hall.
What do you mean, fully booked? Make one available for me! Chandra ordered without hesitation.
But madam, the private rooms have all been reserved, the manager explained with visible discomfort. He couldn’t just ask the other guests to leave. Are you saying no to me? Chandra gave him a sharp once-over before turning to her bodyguard and saying, Call the fire department and have them inspect this place. I have a feeling this restaurant’s safety measures aren’t up to standard.
Chandra, having grown up in privilege, had always enjoyed special treatment and could not tolerate being denied.
The manager’s face turned pale. He realized he had offended someone influential, someone who could casually summon the fire department. It was clear this was no ordinary woman-likely someone of great status.
Madam, let’s discuss this calmly. I’ll find a way to solve this issue for you, the manager replied nervously.
Is the private room ready yet? Chandra asked coldly.
Just give me a few minutes, madam. I’ll clear one out for you right away. Please wait here, the manager said before hurrying off.
Chandra’s expression softened into a smile, a stark contrast to her domineering demeanor just moments ago. See? Problem solved. Now we can sit together and enjoy lunch.
Chandra’s overbearing attitude left Justin visibly annoyed. Just as he was about to speak up, Rosalie grabbed his wrist and gave him a look, signaling him to stay calm.
Rosalie then smiled and said, Of course, no problem at all. Lunch is on me. After all, you’re Sebastian’s family. Even though Sebastian and I are divorced, we’re still friends.
Exactly, Chandra said. After all, the child in your arms is my grandson.
Within minutes, the manager returned, saying, Madam, please follow me. I’ve arranged a private room for your group. I’ll personally ensure you’re well taken care of today.
Now that’s more like it. Lead the way, Chandra said, exuding an air of superiority.
The manager guided them into a private room. After everyone had ordered their food, he left with the menu, closing the door behind him.
The atmosphere in the room was tense.
What’s my great-grandson’s name? Chandra asked.
His name is Steve, Rosalie replied.
Steve Carter, Chandra said. That’s a nice name.
Rosalie corrected her, Sorry, his name is Steve Young. He took my last name, but his first name was chosen by Sebastian.
What? Chandra’s face darkened
upon hearing this. She frowned
deeply He took your last name? This is a child of the Carter family. How can he take your last name?
Chandra was furious. Turning to her daughter, she scolded, What’s wrong with Sebastian? Letting his child take someone else’s surname!
I’m not someone else; I’m his mother. What’s wrong with him taking my last name? Rosalie countered, clearly displeased.
Who said a child
must take their
father’s surname? Moreover, Steve’s
father wasn’t even Sebastian. Steve didn’t even take Theodore’s surname, let alone Sebastian
Sebastian is still the child’s father! Why do you get to keep the child after your divorce? Chandra pressed relentlessly.
This is between Sebastian and me, Rosalie replied firmly.
Sebastian is my grandson, and Steve is my great-grandson! That makes it my business too, Chandra argued.
Rosalie’s unyielding attitude angered Chandra. Did this girl not know who she was? How dare she speak to her in such a manner?
Mom, please don’t say anymore, Xyla said softly, tugging on her mother’s sleeve. This is Sebastian and Rosalie’s problem. Let’s not get involved.
Chandra shook off Xyla’s hand. What’s wrong with you? As Sebastian’s mother, how can you not care about your son’s affairs? What’s gotten into you?
I… Xyla was at a loss for words.
After all, Sebastian wasn’t her biological son.
She had been helping Geoffrey keep this secret alkalong. If the truth about Sebastian’s real identity ever reached the Jackson family, they would never let it slide. Raising someone else’s child for so many years? Chandra would blow a gasket.