Chapter 1066 Parting on a Sour Note

• Wesley Quinlan watched Ezra Moore bustling around like he owned the place—pouring soup, setting plates—while his own wife and daughter hovered around him. Jealousy and anger spiked hard.
• He sat at the head of the table like the head of the house and said coldly, "Ezra Moore, right? Did I say you could waltz right in?"
• Ezra, mid-scoop with the soup ladle, froze, set the bowl down, and said quietly, "I overstepped. I’m sorry, Mr. Quinlan."