Oh, if you're unhappy with the outcome, feel free to report it. But don't say I didn't warn you. The Carter family didn't achieve its status easily, so don't shoot yourself in the foot. If something goes wrong, it'll be too late for regrets! Zane left without looking back. If some people are determined to get into trouble, no one can stop them.

Robert stood bewildered, watching him go. Victor's phone rang. He answered, nodding repeatedly. "Okay, I got it, Grandpa. Dad and I will head back right away." He hung up and looked at Robert. "Grandpa wants us home, and Rebecca's at the old manor."

Robert didn't want to go back; he considered running away. Victor understood. "Grandpa said we must return, or face the consequences of family rules." Robert nodded awkwardly. "Then go back to your grandpa first and tell him about this. Our family was insulted. If he finds out, he won't let it go easily."

Victor remained silent. Dad is daydreaming. Doesn't he know Grandpa? If Grandpa knew how Wyatt and Zane treated Jeremiah and Yvette… He wouldn't stand up for Winona!

Yvette slumped in the car, her gaze downcast. Long lashes shadowed her face, making her seem distant and cold. Her legs were bent; her fingers tapped her phone. She played a classic game, one even ten-year-olds rarely played.

Andrew watched, bemused. "Isn't this game a bit…old-fashioned, Yvette?"

Yvette stowed her phone, tilting her head. "Any problem?"

Andrew waved his hands. "No problem at all! Whatever game you play is fine."

Jeremiah glanced at Yvette, his lips pressed together, a faint smile playing on his face. "You like this game so much?"

Yvette looked up. "It's okay, just something to pass the time." She left it at that; she'd already completed the games she truly enjoyed.

At the restaurant, the waiter seated them. The pre-prepared food arrived quickly. A large table laden with barbecue amazed Bonnie. "It's got everything! Creatures that fly, swim, and run! It's a feast from land, sea, and air! What I had before wasn't barbecue, it was…eating!"

Jeremiah sat beside Yvette, tending to the seafood, placing it on her plate. Her plate overflowed; his was mostly empty except for a few shrimp.

Yvette paused, her expression inscrutable, but a slight smile played at the corners of her eyes. She picked an oyster and placed it before Jeremiah. "You should eat, too."

Jeremiah paused, his slender fingers still peeling shrimp. His gaze lingered on the oyster. Lifting his chin, amusement in his eyes, he said slowly, "One might not be enough."

Yvette, puzzled, placed another oyster before him. "Two."

Jeremiah nodded. "Alright, I'll do my best."

Yvette was puzzled by his odd behavior. Andrew, watching, almost burst out laughing. A straightforward girl and a reserved guy! He stifled his laughter. Bonnie shifted. "Has this person lost it? Why are you laughing?"

Jeremiah and Yvette looked at Andrew. Jeremiah gave him a warning glance; Yvette a blank stare.

Andrew, in a rebellious mood, looked at Yvette with a strange expression. "Yvette, you're giving Jeremiah oysters…"

Yvette didn't understand. She nodded, glancing at Jeremiah. "Can't you eat oysters?"

Jeremiah's eyes darkened as he met her gaze. He felt restless. "I can."

Yvette said nothing more and continued eating. Andrew was close to bursting. Another question, and he would have spoken. Jeremiah's look silenced him. Fine…Let Jeremiah keep his thoughts to himself…

As Robert and Victor entered the old manor, an ashtray flew at them. Victor dodged; Robert wasn't so nimble and was struck, shouting, "Who dares throw at me?"

Claude sat on the sofa with Rebecca, both with serious expressions. Victor greeted them respectfully, "Grandpa, Sis."

Claude, recently pleased with Victor's newfound work ethic, softened his tone. "Come and sit." Victor sat quietly beside him.

Claude saw Robert's pitiful state and fumed. "It was me. What? Do you think you can hit me back?"

Childhood nightmares flooded Robert. He shook his head, lowering his gaze. "No, Dad, I didn't mean it like that. Why did you hit me?"

He felt wronged. I haven't done anything wrong! This is unreasonable!

Claude gripped his cane, his face etched with age and anger. Robert trembled, too afraid to speak.

Rebecca calmly produced a pill and gave it to Claude. "Grandpa, please don't get upset. Let's talk calmly. We need to remedy this and minimize losses."

Robert was puzzled. He'd never considered Rebecca's pleas genuine, but now, before Claude, he remained silent.

Claude, after taking the medicine, spoke. "Rebecca, tell him exactly what happened this afternoon. Let this rebellious jerk know what he's done."