Chapter 956



“Fine. I’ll stay for the meal.”

With that, the tension eased slightly.

When the waiter arrived with their order, he couldn’t help but notice the odd dynamic at the table. Were they truly a family? The group felt more like a gathering of strangers.

Jake suddenly said to the waiter, “No seafood, please. Two of us are allergic.”

The waiter nodded quickly.

Stunned, Kallie shot Jake a meaningful look.

“Two? Isn’t it just Elma?”

Jake glanced at Calvin.

“Elma and Calvin are twins. If Elma’s allergic, chances are he is too.”

Jake’s guess proved correct. Calvin was basically allergic to the same things Elma was. The two children had similar tastes and preferences.

Calvin, noticing Jake’s gaze, bristled.

“That’s obvious.”

“Calvin!” Kallie’s tone sharpened.

“He’s your father. Show some respect.”

Calvin’s face turned cold. He said nothing more, focusing on his meal.

Elma, however, continued her attempts to lighten the mood. It was evident that she longed for a peaceful, happy family atmosphere. Eventually, Sophie and Calvin, not wanting to disappoint Elma, reluctantly interacted with Jake.

The tension lifted significantly, and Kallie felt a wave of relief.

Just as the mood began to thaw, a knock sounded at the door. A staff member entered with a camera in hand.

The restaurant was renowned for its cozy private rooms, perfect for families and couples, each beautifully decorated to create an inviting atmosphere. They offered complimentary photography services, allowing guests to decide whether or not to participate. If the photo turned out well, it would be displayed on the photo wall in the lobby after gaining the guest’s consent.

Jake and Kallie spoke simultaneously.

“No, thank you.”

They froze, exchanging a fleeting glance before quickly looking away, unaware of the flicker of disappointment in each other’s eyes.

Kallie and Jake, assuming the other wouldn’t want to take the photo, preferred to speak up first to spare the other from feeling awkward.

The photographer, caught off guard by their synchronized refusal, chuckled awkwardly.

“Alright then, sorry to bother you.”

“Wait!” Elma darted toward the photographer, her small hands outstretched.

“We do want a picture! This is a family meal, and it should be remembered.”

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