As Bastian directed his mocking gaze towards Ray, a shiver ran down his spine when he felt the chilling stare of his wife, Leona, boring into his back. He swiftly turned around to meet her eyes, his expression one of fear and submission.
"Honey, please refrain from creating unnecessary problems," Leona spoke with a gentle smile, her words laced with a hint of warning. Bastian, intimidated by her presence, immediately took his seat again, avoiding any further confrontation.
Ray, who had been locked in a heated glare with Vesta, caught wind of Leona's remark. His eyes shifted towards Bastian, viewing him with disdainful disgust, as if he were nothing more than an insignificant ant.
Observing the scene unfolding between Ray and Bastian, Leona let out a sigh, disappointed by the immature behavior displayed by these supposedly grown adults. "Come, child, we must make preparations for your journey," she said affectionately, her eyes filled with warmth as she looked at her son.
