On the other hand, Lina shot a scathing glare at her husband.

“Would you kindly engage your brain?"

Peter grumbled, "Seems the tigress is out again!"

He graciously beckoned Edwin to take a seat. After rummaging through Laura's liquor collection, he retrieved a bottle of premium Golden Blossom wine to share with his guest. He even tasked his wife with preparing a modest hot pot so they could partake in conversation while enjoying the meal and libations.

Lina was frustrated but there was nothing much she could do without spilling the beans.

Once everything was ready, Edwin turned his attention toward Laura, who remained engrossed in the animated spectacle.

“Why don't you join us for a meal?" he proposed.

Laura harbored no inclination to partake in their repast.

She dabbed at her fingers with a napkin and remarked casually, "I'm quite full. You can carry on."

Peter appeared poised to interject, but Lina, bearing a selection of stir-fried dishes, came to Laura's defense.

"Young girls often prefer nibbles over full-fledged meals! Furthermore, she likely doesn't find your current conversation topics all that enticing. You two enjoy your meal and chat away; we'll manage just fine on our end."

Peter couldn't help but deem the arrangement rather unreasonable.

Their household was far from an archaic, patriarchal domain where women were banished from the dining table.

Laura rose from her seat.

“I'm experiencing a slight headache. I'1L retire to my room to rest.

Peter's demeanor swiftly softened.

He urged, "Then go rest. Maybe take some pills if you're feeling really unwell."

Laura emitted a noncommittal hum and retreated to her bedroom.

Lina trailed behind her. Laura leaned against her bed, immersing herself in reading comic books, pastimes as straightforward as a child's.

Lina tenderly brushed her fingers against Laura's forehead.