Chapter 784: Subjective
For a moment, everyone could only stare at Zoren and his trembling back. Deep lines appeared on their foreheads, wondering what had happened to him.
"Master?" Lloyd asked worriedly. "Is everything alright?"
They assessed Zoren for a little longer, checking for any sign of poisoning. But then again, how could Zoren be poisoned when he was eating the same food served to everyone?
"Sir, should we ask..." Lloyd trailed off as Zoren raised a hand to stop him.
"No need." Zoren slowly reached for a glass of water, chugging it down in a hurry. After sighing in satisfaction, he loosened his tie a bit.
The veins on his temples were protruding, and his forehead was breaking out in sweat. Zoren didn’t say anything, pinching the bridge of his nose while massaging his forehead slowly.
The longer he remained silent, the more tense the air in the room became. The previous mood quickly evaporated due to Zoren’s sudden reaction to the food and his subsequent silence.
"This food is..." Zoren muttered under his breath, his eyes glistening menacingly as if ready to kill someone. Eating a horrible dish, caused by his wife’s kind-hearted intention, was one thing, but that was as far as Zoren’s patience could go.
His tolerance extended only to his wife. Otherwise, he’d feel grumpy and irritable if the culprit was anyone else. Moreover, this food tasted like poison—no, it was literal poison. It could kill him if he took another bite.
Zoren had already endured two horrible dishes in a row before Penny confessed what was ruining her cooking. He didn’t want to relive that horrifying experience.