Chapter 650 - 647: What a Satisfying Meal

Chapter 650: Chapter 647: What a Satisfying Meal

"Skylar, are you okay?"

"Skylar, are you hurt?"

The first voice belonged to Marcus Jarvis; the second, to Cedric Grant.

Jean Jarvis nearly ground her teeth to dust. She lifted her foot and stomped hard on Cedric Grant’s.

Cedric Grant immediately let out a wail of pain, and everyone’s gazes shifted back to him.

Clara Grant asked with deliberate innocence, "What’s wrong? Don’t tell me my mother’s fork somehow ended up in your foot?"

Cedric Grant frowned, forcing himself to endure the pain in his foot. He shot Jean Jarvis an irritated glare, then turned back to Clara Grant and forced a smile. "No, no, Clara, Dad’s fine. Don’t you worry."

Clara Grant couldn’t help but roll her eyes. ’He really thinks highly of himself. Who said I was worried about him?’

Jean Jarvis was so angry she was grinding her teeth, but with Marcus Jarvis present, she couldn’t say anything openly.

She could only tug hard on his clothes on the sly, leaning in close to hiss at him in a low voice, "Whose dad do you think you are? Don’t you forget, she is not your biological daughter! You’re Chloe’s dad now!"

Cedric Grant shot her a sidelong glance but didn’t say a word.

Clara Grant spoke up again. "Mr. Grant, the only relationship we have now is that we share the same last name, isn’t it? Didn’t you decide to dissolve our father-daughter relationship over a year ago? Why are you calling yourself my dad again now?"

Cedric Grant grew anxious the moment he heard this. He instinctively glanced at Seth Quinn, who was sitting beside her. ’If Seth Quinn takes her words to heart and stops seeing me as a father-in-law, what hope is there for the Grant Family to build a relationship with the Quinn Family?’

He hurriedly explained, "Clara, you’ve misunderstood me. I was just angry back then and made the wrong decision. We were father and daughter for over twenty years, how could there be no feelings between us? No matter what, you’re still my daughter, and I’m still your father."

Clara Grant raised an eyebrow and glanced at Jean Jarvis. Just as she expected, Jean’s hands were trembling slightly with anger.

Her lips curled into a cold smile.

’Mmm, this meal... is so satisfying!’

Skylar Hayes glanced at Cedric Grant and Jean Jarvis, then her gaze fell upon her own daughter. She coughed lightly twice.

Clara Grant knew her mother didn’t want to bring these things up, so she said no more and lowered her head to eat.

At Skylar Hayes’s light cough, both Marcus Jarvis’s and Cedric Grant’s attention snapped back to her.

"Skylar, I’ll cut it for you."

"Skylar, let me help you."

The next second, two voices spoke at the same time once again. Cedric Grant had even half-risen from his seat.

Jean Jarvis finally couldn’t take it anymore. She put down her knife and fork, yanked Cedric Grant back down, and said through gritted teeth, "What are you trying to butt in for? My cousin is here to take care of Skylar. If you’re so desperate to cut something, cut mine! I can’t manage it either!"

Skylar Hayes paused, glanced at Cedric Grant who was still staring at her, and silently passed her knife and fork to Marcus Jarvis.

Cedric Grant sighed in deflation. He took the knife and fork Jean Jarvis handed him and began cutting her steak, though he was still muttering, "It’s not like you don’t know. Skylar’s health hasn’t been good all these years..."

Jean Jarvis ignored him. Without waiting for him to finish, she turned to Marcus Jarvis and said, "Cousin, I heard you were doing quite well in the U.S.A. What made you suddenly decide to come back to the country?"

While cutting Skylar Hayes’s steak, Marcus Jarvis glanced up at her and said, "No matter how well I was doing, it was still a foreign land. I’m getting older, and a falling leaf returns to its roots. So, I moved most of my company’s operations back to the country."