The maid nearby let out a startled cry, clearly freaked out. But Gregory just stood there, completely unfazed.Even when the scalding tea splashed across the back of his hand, he didn't so much as flinch.He stepped forward, facing Holden and Eleanor, and greeted them politely, "Hello, Mom, Dad."Eleanor turned her face away, not even sparing him a glance. Holden, on the other hand, snapped, "You ingrate! After all these years, this is how you repay us?"Gregory lowered his eyes, staying silent.He knew them well enough—the more he argued, the worse things would get. Silence was always the best way to get through these moments.Sure enough, when he didn't respond, Eleanor's gaze eventually shifted to his reddened hand.Frowning, she said, "What are you standing around for? His hand got burned. Go get some ointment!"Holden hesitated, then waved his hand for someone to bring the medicine over. A maid hurried forward to apply it to Gregory's hand."Thank you, Mom," Gregory utter
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