He was not interested in money-that much was true-but he was not against it either.


    He only had eight dors after getting down from the mountain. He really could not do without money if


    he wanted to have a


    stable life.


    Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.


    Walter saw Nash take a swig, and a smile appeared on his face.


    He made the toast to apologize for his grandson, and Nash epting it meant that he had forgiven Kai


    for his mistake the day


    before.


    The longer Queenie looked at Nash, the more upset she became. However, since her grandfather was


    here protecting him, she could not get angry.


    Nash was eating so happily that Walter did not think it would be good for him to bring up his wife’s


    illness at this moment.


    He picked up his cutlery and said with a smile, “Queenie, why don’t you have something?”


    Since the grandmaster had invited them to dine with him, he could not possibly not eat and disrespect


    him.


    Queenie nced at the food on the table and immediately shook her head. “I don’t want to eat the food


    here. It’s more suited for dogs.”


    Were animal viscera really edible?


    “How presumptuous!”


    Walter mmed a hand on the dining table and shot Queenie an angry re. “Try every dish, or I’ll cut


    off your pocket money,” he reprimanded.


    What did she mean by saying that the food was more suited for dogs?


    Miracle Doctor Calcraft was eating happily. Was she not just humiliating him in front of him?


    Besides, there were so many other ordinary folks here. Did this woman know no tact?


    Queenie’s already pale face turned even paler after she was reprimanded by her grandfather again.


    She looked at her grandfather with tears in her eyes and said, “I don’t want to eat it… At worst, I’ll just


    forgo my pocket money!”


    Walter’s expression turned livid as he turned to a middle-aged man in a suit behind him. He said, “Call


    Matthias immediately and tell him to cut off his daughter’s pocket money starting today. Or else, I’ll cut


    off their family from the fund.”


    Matthias Watson was his second son and also Queenie’s father.


    The middle-aged man in a suit nodded with a smile before immediately fishing out his phone phone to


    make the call.


    Queenie immediately panicked. She flew to her feet and said, “Don’t call him. I’ll eat…”


    Her father would still give her pocket money even if her grandfather did not, but he was going to call


    her father and tell him to cut off her pocket money too. Her father would definitely obey him and do as


    he said


    How could she live a high-ss life without any pocket money?


    Nash noticed Queenie, who looked aggrieved, from the corner of his eyes. A smile graced his mouth.


    A princess like her had never experienced the hardships of society, so she should be given a thorough


    lesson.


    Thinking this, he turned to the proprietor. “Serve the princess some haggis soup.”


    At the next table, a young man spat out a mouthful of his own soup.


    Queenie turned her head to look at him, and he immediately covered his mouth.


    Walter asked Brian, who was beside him, “Dr. Tanner, what’s haggis soup…”


    Brian was wearing a rather strange expression as he exined with a smile, “It’s a famous delicacy in


    the Aires viges in Southeast Dmund. The owner of this restaurant is an Aires.”


    Queenie picked up a fork and stabbed into a piece of sausage. She pinched her nose with one hand


    and closed her eyes before stuffing it into her mouth.


    She swallowed it without even chewing, and it got stuck in her throat since it was a sizable piece.


    Queenie grabbed a ss from the table and brought it to her mouth.


    She took a sip, only to choke on it and cough violently.


    It was alcohol…


    It was also Nash’s ss.


    Queenie threw it aside with a look of disgust.


    She then looked at her grandfather and said, “I ate it. You can’t cut off my pocket money…”


    She felt her stomach flip when she recalled having eaten that piece of sausage.


    Walter said expressionlessly, “Dr. Calcraft has specially ordered soup for you. You can finish the soup


    later…”


    Queenie was about to refuse at once, but when she saw her grandfather’s stern expression, she could


    only lower her head and acquiesce.


    Some time passed before the restaurant owner brought out a pot of thick soup.