The people on this side of the main branch all knew perfectly well why Daemon Lancaster's chopsticks had snapped; they just didn't want to stir up trouble.
Everybody knew Daemon Lancaster was eyeing the Family Head's seat; the second branch definitely wouldn't seize on this to make a fuss, afraid that if things blew up they'd get punished again.
The old master had been in low spirits lately, and didn't have the energy to watch the two branches bicker. He glanced at Daemon Lancaster, clear dislike showing in his brows. "Eat, eat, stop staring. It's cold now—once you finish dinner, go back to your own rooms and hole up!"
Joseph Lancaster was eating fast today. After shoveling down a bowl of rice, he put down his bowl and chopsticks. "Grandpa, you all take your time. I'm heading back first."
"Mm, go on," the old master didn't even lift his head, but when Joseph Lancaster turned around, he said, "We were just saying, that girl you're seeing hasn't come by in quite a while."
