Treating Dmitry like a walking menu had long become the norm in this household.
For years, Dmitry had taken on the role of a servant, catering to Dalena’s picky tastes and preparing nutritious meals tailored for Cyril The mother and son had never lifted a finger, expecting everything to be done for them..
But this time, Dmitry’s response was unexpected
Dalena looked at Dmitry in surprise.
In her memory, this was the first time he had ever refused to do something
Before she could react, Fabio sighed dramatically, putting on a hurt expression. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come to stay here. After all, I’m just an outsider and don’t deserve Mr. Dmitry’s hospitality.”
He turned to put his luggage back in the trunk, closing the door with exaggerated sorrow.
“This has nothing to do with you,” Dalena snapped, her face darkening as she glared at Dmitry. “Didn’t you say you had no objections? What’s this now?
“The fridge is empty,” Dmitry replied indifferently. “There’s nothing to cook.”
Since he was leaving soon, he hadn’t bothered to restock the fridge. Besides, he had no intention of cooking and used this as an excuso,
After enduring ten years of humiliation, Dmitry no longer felt the need to compromise.
Hearing this, Cyril immediately threw a tantrum.
“I knew it! You’re the worst dad ever! Now you don’t even prepare food. Are you trying to starve us?!
“You don’t deserve to be my dad! I want Uncle Fabio to be my dad!”
Fabio’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction at the scene, but he quickly put on a show of concern.
“Cyril, you shouldn’t talk to your dad like that. It’s not polite, you know?”
“Sorry, Uncle Fabio. I’ll remember that next time.”
“Never find,” Fabio said with a kind smile. “Since there’s no food at home, let’s eat at that Western restaurant we passed earlier. I’ll get you a fried chicken meal there.”
“Yay! Uncle Fabio, you’re the best!”
d with warmth.
Cyril clung to Fabio’s leg. pegling and showering him with affection, while Dalena watched indulgently, her eyes filled The three of the naturally climbed into the back seat of the car, with Dalena insisting Dmitry drive so Fabio could rest. During the ride, Fabio played games and chatted with Dalena and Cyril, their laughter filling the car as if Dmitry didn’t exist.
“Mr. Dinitry, Dalena and I are just catching up. Don’t take it personally,” Fabio said loudly, making sure Dmitry could hear. “After all, our past is something you wouldn’t understand”
lamitry responded with a quiet “Hom” and lept his eyes on the road.
There was no need to understand, nor did he want to
Noge of this mattered to him anymor
Hall an luar later, they arrived at the restaurant.
Dalena parked up the menu and thoughtfully distructed the walter.
“Falu perlers Flat steak, medium rare, without black pepper…
ven after ten years, she still remembered Faldo’s preferences,
first time in a decade, she turned to Doultry and asked, “Daltry, which cut do you prefer?”
“I don’t eat steak,” Dhultry replied flatly, surprising Dalena.
In their ten years of marriage, Dmitry knew all her habits and preferences, but this was the first time she learned about his dietary restriction.
“You all enjoy. I’m leaving now.”
Having dropped them off, Dmitry had no intention of staying to sour his mood further.
The three of them didn’t try to stop him and instead watched him leave the restaurant in silent agreement.
A few minutes later, Dmitry realized the car keys were still in his pocket. He reluctantly returned to the restaurant.
Before stepping inside, he overheard exclamations from within.
“Isn’t that President Dalena? What a happy family you have!”
“And this handsome gentleman must be your husband? No wonder you keep him out of sight–afraid someone might steal him!”
Although Fabio had spent years abroad and was almost forgotten in elite circles, his graceful demeanor quickly drew the attention of the gossiping crowd. Everyone seemed to develop a favorable impression of him.
“President Dalena and Mr. Fabio truly y are a perfect match. How long have you two been married? Your child is already so grown!”
Dalena’s face flushed slightly, but she didn’t deny the assumption.
Meanwhile, Cyril enthusiastically played along, repeatedly calling Fabio “Dad.”
Watching the scene unfold, Dmitry felt a momentary discomfort before his expression returned to calm indifference.
Why should he be upset?
He was nothing more than a toy purchased by Dalena’s mother to please her daughter, a tool for the Brown Family to pass on their genes.
