Chapter <b>635 </b>


    Damon listened to Luca a while longer before mming his phone against the wall, his expression icy.


    The next morning, as N came downstairs, she sensed an unusual atmosphere in the vi.


    Lydia, who usually greeted her with a smile, was busy in the kitchen and barely acknowledged her with a quick wave.


    Even Maddie, who often made sarcastic remarks, didn’t nce her way at all today.


    After sitting down at the table with Mason, N was about to greet Damon when he abruptly stood and


    t without even looking at her.


    Watching his cold retreat, she bit her lip, a hint of confusion flickering in her eyes. Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.


    What was going on with Damon? Was he still upset aboutst night?


    As Damon exited, the oppressive atmosphere in the living room lightened, and it felt noticeably warmer.


    Mason, oblivious to the strange vibe, looked up at N and whined, “Mommy, I want the pancakes you make. Can you make some for me?”


    Suppressing her worries, N nodded. “Sure, I’ll make them right now. You should drink some milk first.”


    N got up and headed to the kitchen. As she reached the door, she overheard Lydia and Maddie speaking in hushed tones inside.


    “Auntie, what are we going to do? Mr. Sumner has never been this angry before,” Maddie said.


    “Just focus on your tasks. It’s not our ce to discuss Mr. Sumner’s affairs,” Lydia advised. Mr. Sumner’s affairs,” Lydia advised.


    “Ugh, I hope he cools down soon. He used to smile when he saw me, but today his face is as cold as ice. It’s scary! I bet N did something to make him mad!” Maddieined.


    Lydia frowned and replied sharply, “Maddie, I warn you, no matter what, Ms. Kinsey is still Mr. Sumner’s guest. She might even be the futuredy of the vi. If I hear you speak ill of her again, I won’t let it slide!”


    Maddie scoffed. “When did I say anything bad about her? I’m just speaking the truth!”


    Just then, Lydia noticed someone standing at the door and turned abruptly.


    Upon seeing N, her heart sank. She wasn’t sure if N had overheard their conversation.


    “Ms. Kinsey, what brings you to the kitchen? Do you need something?” Lydia asked.


    Since Lydia had spotted her, N decided to step into the kitchen, smiling as she replied, “Yes. Buddy wants me to make pancakes, so I came to prepare some.”


    “Okay, I’ll get you some flour. Maddie, why don’t you go finish your work?” Lydia said. Maddie made a face, rolled her eyes, and walked out without even acknowledging N.


    N didn’t pay her any mind. As long as Maddie didn’t cause trouble, she didn’t care.


    While preparing the dough, however, N couldn’t shake off Maddie’s words.


    Could it be that Damon was still angry about Vrie hitting himst night?


    He had left as soon as she and Mason sat down earlier, leaving his breakfast untouched on the table.


    With that thought, N decided to make extra pancakes to bring to the study. If Damon was upset aboutst night, she could find a way to apologize to him on Vrie’s behalf.


    Resolute, she quickened her pace as she worked.


    After making the pancakes, N asked Lydia to take a te to Mason while she carried another te <i>to </i>the study to find Damon.


    The gently knocked on the study door.


    “Come in,” Damon said, his tone tinged with suppressed irritation.


    N pushed the door open and cautiously said, “Mr. Sumner, I made some pancakes. I brought you some to try.”