Chapter 100 Birthday Banquet

Sylvia lounged on the sofa, savoring the breakfast the kitchen staff had carefully prepared for her, while Balk was the picture of frustration, his face crumpled with irritation. Call after call came in, and not a moment of peace seemed within reach. The contrast between Sylvia's leisure and Balk's agitation was stark. They both knew very well why Balk was so busy today. But Sylvia’s relaxation seemed a tad excessive given that the trouble was of her own making, and now the men of the house were left to shoulder the blame. Finally, Balk couldn't take it anymore. He stormed over to Sylvia after hanging up another call, snatching a piece of fruit from her hand just as she was about to eat it. "I know you're upset, but there’s no need to vent your anger on the fruit," Sylvia said, looking at her now empty hand, well aware of her brother's inability to curb his temper. Balk almost laughed in irritation. Wasn't all this mess caused by Sylvia? If not for her, would he be swamped with the