Chapter 215

Eamon and the others didn’t touch the food either.

The Jansens were an absolute sight at the table. They dug into the food with such gusto that it was a wonder any of it remained on the plates.

While Verena, ever solicitous, noticed their remaining motionless and urged them to eat, which added more flying bits on their plates.

“You folks go ahead and enjoy. We’re not too hungry,” Eamon said with a forced chuckle.

Gideon’s face was extremely sour. He was beginning to seriously reconsider his decision to marry Yvette. If her family acted like this at the wedding, they’d become the laughingstock of their circle.

He shot a sharp look at Yvette. He’d asked her to talk to her family about their behavior, but clearly, it hadn’t helped. Or maybe she hadn’t even tried. They were acting like this despite his request.

Yvette gave him an innocent, aggrieved look. She’d originally suggested hiring some actors to play her parents for the occasion, but Gideon had vetoed the idea, saying it would be too risky and someone might catch on.

That was why they were stuck with her actual ones. However, they hadn’t expected the situation would turn out like this.

She couldn’t rein them in. Her mother and stepfather were always difficult to deal with, and forcing her to do things had been their daily routine.

Yvette’s family continued their feeding frenzy until every last morsel was devoured. Satiated, Verena let out a loud burp and patted her full stomach. “Oh boy, I’m stuffed! Not just full, but completely bloated!”

As she spoke, she glanced at Eamon and the others. “Hope you didn’t mind us digging in like that. We’ve never had such a feast, we left all the table manners behind.”

They still knew about table manners? Gideon watched the scene, too exasperated to even comment.

“But, really, why didn’t you all eat anything? Just sat there watching us, huh? Makes us feel a bit awkward,” Verena added. “Come on, have a bite! There’s some left, you can go ahead.”

“No, we’re fine. As long as you all are satisfied.” Fleur’s distaste was evident. She cast an unwitting glance at Calliope, who sat quietly, occasionally whispering something to Silas, a bemused smile on her lips.

To Fleur, that smile was laced with irony.

Calliope must be loving this. Fleur hadn’t wanted her as the daughter–in–law, but in the end, her son married Yvette. If Yvette’s parents were anything to go by, Yvette was bound to be trouble too.

Fleur felt a pang of regret. Maybe she shouldn’t have been so against Calliope and her son being together if she’d known it earlier. Even though Calliope had been disowned by her family, at least she was a proper lady. And at least her family had some semblance of decorum. Never in her life had Fleur met people as uncultured and rude as Yvette’s family.

“Oh, and about the wedding gifts we were discussing earlier,” Verena piped up. “Based on what we’ve heard, given your family’s status, it should be around eight million dollars!”

“What?” Fleur gasped, feeling as if she’d been struck.

The Bakers were wealthy, sure, but their money wasn’t hers to give away. Her husband and son didn’t have that kind of cash lying around.

Fleur was almost amused by the absurdity. This family, who couldn’t even scrape together a few thousand, had the audacity to demand eight million!

“Mrs. Baker, that’s just the going rate. No need to get so worked up,” Verena said with a chuckle.