Chapter 7

Although it was just a single question, Old Master Ferguson was already tired. He waved his hand to send everyone out so that he could rest.

When the group walked to the garden, the servant came by and informed them that dinner was ready. They then moved to the dining area.

The table was filled with scrumptious dishes. Jessica waited for Robert and his wife to sit first before she took her seat beside the baby chair.

Jessica had to prioritize feeding Winson at the table. She would feed him with a mouthful of baby food first before she ate from her own bowl. It was rather fun when the mother and son took turns to eat.

However, it could only happen at home, not in the old Ferguson manor. Jessica would have to feed Winson first and make sure he was full before she could eat.

There were rules in the family, and she was not allowed to casually have dinner with her son. If Blake was around, the situation would be better because he would usually carry Winson and feed the child. No one would say anything when Blake and Winson took turns eating, but Jessica was not allowed to do so.

Another rule in the family was that no one was allowed to chat during a meal, so even though it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, the atmosphere was dead silent. Jessica was a mute anyway, thus she was used to the silence.

However, Winson was still a child who did not know how to follow rules. Furthermore, no one in the family restricted him. Therefore, whenever he was back at the old manor, the house would welcome a little more liveliness.

“Mama, meat.” The little imp still could not hold the chopsticks, so he reached out to his baby bowl and was anxious to eat.

The meat was ground into a paste that he loved, so he had a big appetite. Jessica tried to feed him with a spoonful of meat, but he did not want it. Instead, he grabbed her hand and urged her to eat.

Jessica played along and took a bite, making the little imp giggle loudly.

Her in-laws would not say anything if Winson asked her to eat.

Lady Cecilia glanced at her grandson and said to Robert, “It seems like Ms. Jackson did a great job teaching Winson. Look how obedient he is.”

Jessica’s hand froze for a moment, and the spoon almost fell out of her grip. Deep inside her heart, her bottled-up mixed feelings almost toppled when she heard what Lady Cecilia said. She felt bitter and sour.