Why is setting rules for a child as difficult as the Long March?
Could it be because he's not fierce enough?!
Chad Yakov sat up straight, coughed lightly twice, and adjusted his mood.
His handsome face turned cold, and with a stern expression, he reached across the table, snatched the spoon from Isla's hand, and threw it to the ground.
"Morgan Scott, if you don't switch to your right hand today, you can't eat!"
"..."
The surrounding servants all looked shocked at his sudden burst of anger.
This was Young Master Yakov, who usually doted most on their Lady Yakov, Young Master Yakov who wouldn't even raise his voice at their Lady Yakov.
Sitting in the children's chair, Isla was also taken aback.
Her big dark eyes stared directly at Chad Yakov, as if examining whether the person in front of her was still the brother who loved her the most.
