Damon peeked through the doorway.
Camilla was sitting at the long wooden table. Standing right beside her were Mr. Murry and two young maids. They were all smiling widely, laughing together at her story. The atmosphere was warm, lively, and full of a happy family feeling that Damon had never experienced in his own house before.
But the moment Damon took a step forward and entered the dining room, the warm atmosphere shattered instantly.
The laughter died completely.
The two maids immediately stopped smiling. Their faces went pale, and they quickly lowered their heads, stepping back into the corners of the room to stand at perfect attention. Mr. Murry quickly adjusted his coat, wiped the smile off his face, and bowed deeply to the General.
"Welcome, My Lord," Murry said, his voice returning to its formal, serious tone.
