Everyone fell silent.
Shuddering, Zachary snapped his head up to look at her. “What did you just call me?”
“Old man!”
Ellie smiled brightly as she shoved the cotton candy into Zachary’s mouth before she dusted her hand. “Since you’ve eaten the cotton candy, that means you’ve forgiven me!”
As the cotton candy melted in his mouth, Zachary sat transfixed while wrath burned in his eyes.
Meanwhile, Ben was going insane in his mind. These three children had been provoking Zachary all day, yet he could not lose his temper at them. Ben was sure that, as his subordinates, they would be at the receiving end of Zachary’s fury later.
Spencer cleared his throat before reminding, “Princess Ellie, this isn’t the right way to address him. You can’t call him that anymore.”
“Why?” Ellie cocked her head to the side as she wondered, “He’s Mr. Henry’s eldest grandson, so he’s an old man!”
All the adults by the table were at a loss for words after hearing her explanation.
“Hahaha! Kids say whatever’s on their mind,” Henry laughed. To him, the dear children would never do anything wrong.
“Ellie, you can’t call him that,” Robbie reminded quietly. “We have to be polite.”
“Fine.” Ellie pouted before mumbling, “What should we call him then?”
“Boss!” Jamie blurted out.
At that, Henry nearly choked on his coffee. This dear boy loved to watch mafia films, but he never thought that the boy would pick up phrases from the show.
“Yes. He should be the boss.” Robbie nodded seriously. “He’s older than the three of us, so we should call him boss.”
Zachary was speechless by his train of thoughts.
What have I done to deserve this today?
I can’t reprimand a creature like this, and I can’t even glare at them.
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