"Mom, I want to eat fried chicken! Can you give me some?"
A ten-year-old boy looked at the beautiful woman sitting beside him.
The woman smiled, picked up a piece of fried chicken, and placed it on his plate.
"Eat up, my dear. I cooked everything for you," she said affectionately.
"Hehehe! Thank you, Mom!" The boy beamed as he eagerly ate the chicken.
"Tsk! You spoil him too much, Elena. What if he becomes a brat in the future?"
A young, handsome man sitting at the head of the dining table sighed helplessly.
Elena giggled, then replied with a hint of dissatisfaction. "What are you saying, my husband? Castar was missing for a year, and now he's finally back with us. How could I not spoil him?"
The man simply smiled and shook his head. He couldn't blame his wife.
Their only son, Castar, had been missing for an entire year. The incident had deeply shaken their family.
After all, he was their only son, the one who would one day inherit the Viscount family.
