Chapter 285: The Darkside.
Alfred walked into the hall stationed to be the dining hall with a few men surrounding him. He looked refreshed, all cleaned and clothed in a pant and shirt his age.
Alfred took the seat one of the men pointed for him to sit on, staring at Mr. Wyatt who was already seated cautiously.
From Mr. Wyatt’s class and status, he had seen it as unreasonable to talk to a tattered-looking man with blood stains and smell around him. So, he ordered his son’s men to clean the man up before he would hold a conversation with him.
With Alfred seated before him, Mr. Wyatt dropped his cutleries and fixed his eyes on the man. With an impressive nod towards Daniel for a job well done, he nodded to them to dismiss and returned to his meal.
Alfred was already back to normal. The only thing out of place was the eye bags under his eyes as the only visible thing off his outward appearance.
"Eat," Mr. Wyatt ordered coldly, not looking away from his food.
Alfred did not reply to that. His hands did not move and only his head did. He took in his luxurious surroundings.
He looked back at the table and scanned it stiffly. His eyes stared at the knife before him for a moment and many thoughts accumulated in his head.
The presence of no one in the dining hall gave him an upper hand if he should carry on with what he had in mind. However, he would lose since he was so weak.