Alexander interrupted his mother, "Let's eat first."

Evelyn smiled at Olivia, "I asked the chef to make your favorite soup. Alex, serve Olivia a bowl of soup."

Olivia felt a bit uneasy. She was about to get the tablespoon, but the man beside her was quicker. He used his slender and graceful hand to take her bowl.

As she saw the soup in front of her, she lost her appetite and couldn't continue.

Vivian snorted, "What's wrong? My son ...