While they were talking, Carson Holden arrived at the hotel with his father, Edison Holden.
Although Hazel Sterling couldn't stand the sight of Carson Holden, she didn't dare show a sour face to Edison Holden. The two elders exchanged a few polite words before Carson announced that the meal was ready and suggested they move to the private room to eat and talk.
As an artist, Carson Holden possessed an innate sensitivity. He had stepped out for a moment, and when he returned, his mother-in-law's attitude toward him had improved significantly. He knew without a doubt that it was Ivy Holden's doing.
Hazel Sterling called Ivy to her side. "I haven't been back in a long time. Tell me about the hotel's specialties in a bit."
"Of course. I may not be good at much else, but when it comes to food, I'm an expert," Ivy said with a smile.
