And where's your mother?"

Melon, with impeccable manners, replied, “I accidentally spilled juice on my Mommy's dress, so she went to freshen up."

Catalina noticed Melon's longing glance at the food but his resistance to touch any.

“Aren't you having any?" she asked.

Melon responded with a sigh, “I'm unwell, and there are many foods I can't eat."

Compassion swelled in Catalina's heart.

"Well, let me help," she said kindly.

"There must be something here you can enjoy. Come with me."

"Thank you, Mrs. Chadwick," Melon replied with appreciation. However, his brow furrowed slightly as he added, "But Mommy told me to stay put. She might get worried if she doesn't find me here."

“We won't be far, and I'll ensure someone lets her know you're with me," Catalina reassured him.

Catalina whispered to one of her aides to locate Ariana and apprise her of Melon's whereabouts. She then guided Melon to a more secluded part of the hall.

But upon entering, Catalina's heart sank. There, reclining on a chaise lounge, was Rodney, attempting to take a brief respite from the evening's festivities.

Catalina's internal alarm bells began to ring. All she could think about was that this situation wasn't ideal at all.

With age, Rodney's quirks had become more pronounced. He was notoriously impatient and had a well-known aversion to young ones.

She quickly tried to steer Melon away, hoping to avoid any potential confrontation. But just as they were about to retreat, Rodney's once shut eyes opened.

“Hold on," he commanded.

Caught in his gaze, Catalina hesitated, recognizing the intense scrutiny with which Rodney regarded Melon. With a beckoning hand, Rodney motioned, and said, “Come closer."

Catalina raised an eyebrow at her father's peculiar behavior, given he never really liked kids.

She shot a concerned look towards Melon.

Yet, Melon didn't seem nervous at all. He strode over confidently.