Her anger surged with each passing moment.

Gazing at Forrest, she lost her appetite.

Forrest, on the other hand, enjoyed the home-cooked meal.

The dishes were delicious.

Upon seeing Annot's visible discomfort, a sense of unexplained joy swept over Forrest, making the food even more enjoyable.

“I plan on staying here a while. How about I join you for meals and I pay some money?" With that, Forrest pulled out his wallet.

The elder woman immediately declined, “You don't need to pay for the meals. Your long stay will be great for our business."

At a rate of one thousand five hundred a day, her guesthouse stood to make a decent profit. The meals were a small expense.

"Feel free to join us for meals if you're okay with it." The elder woman was a pleasant, plump figure.

"ALL right, it's a deal then." Feeling victorious, Forrest was pleased with the arrangement. Noticing Annot's stare, he taunted, “Miss Griffin, did you swallow a fly? You seem perturbed."

"You're the one dining on flies," retorted Annot.

She then stood up and exited the room.

The elder woman turned to Forrest and inquired, “Do you know my daughter?"

Forrest nodded.

"Yes, we met during a meal at her workplace."

"I understand." The woman nodded.

"I only have one daughter. She can be quite volatile at times. I hope you don't take her rudeness to heart."

Curious, Forrest asked, "Is she really your daughter? She doesn't resemble you."

He couldn't help but ask.

The woman's expression momentarily clouded over.