Chapter 242

Theron Vane's sharp amber eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second.

"This... was made by Mrs. Jory?"

Mrs. Jory shook her head.

"Then it's from Nell?"

Nell also shook her head.

His brow twitched. "Don't tell me... it was you, Grandmother?"

The Matriarch smiled at him, her expression full of calm authority.

"I specially ordered takeout for you, Theron. The reviews for this place are excellent. Come,