"Have you fully recovered? Where were you going?" The moment Edward stepped into the living room, a cool and calm voice sounded. There was a pot of fresh-made tea on the table. Jonathan sat alone, slowly pouring the tea into the cup. His cold handsome face concealed his real emotion. You could never tell whether he said those words out of care for Edward or to tease him. But no matter which one was right, in Edward's mind, Jonathan would be the last to care about him

  "What do you care? Why does it matter whether I'm fully recovered or not?" Like always, Edward said this in a cold tone. No one talked to Edward about the situation surrounding his surgery and recovery. He didn't know that Jonathan had donated his blood to him. Therefore, Edward had no clue that Jonathan actually loved his son. He didn't show his love because he wasn't good at expressing himself.

  "It doesn't matter. I just don't want you to run FX International Group into the ground. Since without a strong and healthy body, you could never manage such a grand company." Jonathan said indifferently. He wasn't impatient or angry. He cozily nestled himself into the soft couch, enjoying the tea in his hand.

  "You don't need to worry about it, since even if you were sick, I would be still strong and healthy. So FX International Group will never step off the stage of history under my management." Edward frowned for an instant. His father never allowed him to defy his authority. But what happened to him today? Why didn't he get furious at all?

  "I don't have the time to worry about it. Even if FX International Group collapse some day, I would still have e

  ea for me several times. It was not bad. So I started trying to make tea for myself. But somehow, I can't get it right. The tea I make doesn't have that kind of aroma and taste." Jonathan took a look at his tea bag and the tea set when he spoke. He didn't know where he went wrong.

  "Of course. She is my wife." Edward became highly pleased when he spoke about Daisy, though he was angry with her now. His wife was praised, which meant he was indirectly praised too, wasn't it? So he felt quite elated at Jonathan's words.

  "You are proud. Would you like to try to make a cup of tea?" Jonathan said in an interested tone. He pushed the tea set in front of Edward and leant backward. He raised his eyebrows at him.

  "Do you think I'll do as bad as you?" Edward said easily, raising his eyebrows defiantly too. It was as if he was really an expert at making tea. But he didn't have any confidence in his heart at all. After all, last time when Daisy made tea, he didn't see the way she made it at all. All he had done was merely drinking some tea. So he had no idea about tea-making at all.