In the Britt's.
It was rare for the whole family to have dinner together. At the table, Beverly had been helping Maury with the dishes. Eliot only put food onto Emily's plate occasionally. Only Elsie was left unattended, and she was sulking.
Maury gave a bowl of soup from Susan to Eliot and said, "The annual meeting is coming soon. Work harder these days. Have more soup, and don't get sick."
Eliot took the soup. From his black circles, it wasn't hard to see how busy he had been these days. "Thank you, Dad."
Eliot had a cold these days and had coughed for a few days, so he didn't go to the company. Now that with Beverly and Eliot, there was nothing important in the company. He didn't attend to it anymore and only focused on recuperating. Although he didn't particularly trust Beverly, he trusted Eliot more than anyone.
"Emily has lost weight as well." Eliot put a drumstick in her bowl. "Your favorite drumstick."