The atmosphere at the dinner table instantly became very serious, which was a bit appalling, and the servants who were standing around waiting for orders were scared back.
The Collin couple looked up at the same time and glared at Claudia.
Malcolm wrinkled his eyebrows and looked extraordinarily gloomy under his ghostly face.
Claudia was also made to feel nervous by them, and she gave a condescending grunt, forcing herself to take the control.
"What are you looking at me for? I'm telling the truth."
She was going to say it to Malcolm and show him that Lyra was an unclean bitch!
Reginald was a little upset and coughed lightly twice, "Dinner's ready. Why are you mentioning this? Shut up and eat your food."
Claudia was still very sensible, and her purpose had been achieved anyway.
The Collin couple and Malcolm's eyes fell back on Lyra, who was on the sidelines.
She was eating quietly, with no extra expression on her face, as if she hadn't heard what Claudia had just said.
This was not like her usual vengeful character.
Malcolm was a little surprised and tentatively served her a mushroom that she didn't like to eat into the bowl, "This is nutritious and actually tastes pretty good. You need to eat more of it."
Lyra's hand with the fork stopped momentarily.
In front of everyone, she didn't say anything but just stared back at Malcolm.
This glance, known only to Malcolm, was a warning, and she was obviously holding her anger in her heart.
There was anger in the heart, but not to vent it, which was not like her style.
Malcolm didn't know what was going on in her head, but knew what he might experience if he put this mushroom, which she hated, into her bowl and went back at night.
So, he was consciously picking the mushrooms back out of her bowl and eating it himself.
Lyra's face eased up at that.
This scene was seen by Reginald. His deep eyes slightly averted. No one knew what he was thinking.
The meal was not a pleasant one.
Reginald saw Malcolm put down his fork before he smiled gently and asked, "Malcolm, do the dishes suit your taste?"
"It's not bad. I'm already full. Take your time to eat, Reginald."
Reginald also put down his fork, "I've eaten, but I'm old and have bad legs. I want to go to the study to find some books but I want them to continue eating. Why don't you push me over?"
It was obvious that there was something he wanted to say to him alone.
"Okay." Without hesitation, Malcolm got up and walked behind Reginald to help him push his wheelchair.
When they both left, Claudia continued, "Lyra, you are really lucky. You're just a divorced and second-hand woman. Malcolm doesn't care, but also willing to marry you. You should thank your family ... ah! "
Just as she finished speaking, Lyra picked up half a glass of juice on the table and splashed it on her with precision.
The juice splashed all over her, even on the strands of her hair.
She stared at Lyra, "How dare you?"
Lyra raised her eyebrows coldly, "Why don't I dare? Mel was there just now. This is his first dinner at Lloyd's Parlor. I can tolerate you for once. You were so insensitive, and took advantage of it."
"It's in the Lloyd family! I'm your stepmother!"
Lyra snickered, "Besides sad, who in the family recognizes your identity? You don't know it? Always like to find a sense of presence. You seem to profoundly realize that you're born ridiculous, living a life of shame."
"You!"
Claudia's face turned red with anger and looked at the Collin couple.
One was cold, and the other wanted to laugh. It was not their business.
Lyra noticed her gaze and taunted, "What are you looking at? Expecting them to say a few words for you? This is my own brother and sister-in-law. They're already doing it for dad's sake by not helping to pass the knife for me to kill you."
Once Reginald left, Claudia was left without help and she was depressed and looked like she was being bullied to almost cry.
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