“Serena, do you dislike me that much? You won't even take a single bite of the breakfast I woke up early to make for you? It was a gesture of goodwill.....”
As she spoke, her eyes welled up, and she lowered her head. "Are you still angry with me? You won't forgive me?"
While saying this, she made sure to glance out of the corner of her eye at her parents, who were walking over to have breakfast.
Serena sat down at the dining table and raised an eyebrow, her voice flat and indifferent. "Since you already know I can't stand you, stop getting in my face." Her tone was cold, and she made no effort to put on a show for her family.
She was just as direct as ever in expressing her dislike and impatience.
In fact, in front of everyone, Serena continued bluntly, "If you can't take a hint, don't blame me for getting physical."
Isabella's face paled, and her eyes reddened with humiliation. She shot a hurt, aggrieved look at her parents, who were now seated.
She hoped they would finally see Serena's true colors!
Serena dared to threaten her like this right in front of them! Who knew how she bullied her when they weren't looking!
But...
Isabella's hurt and accusations didn't get the reaction she wanted.
Catherine sat down next to Serena and had a servant bring her breakfast, saying with a smile, "Alright, Isabella, we know you worked hard. Serena has her own tastes, so don't force her."
She couldn't believe her mother heard Serena speak to her so rudely and didn't even reprimand her, but instead defended her.
Isabella grew even angrier.
She bit her lower lip, her voice pitiful. “But... there's still the fried egg and the milk. I got up so early to cook this myself..."
"Hah."
Serena scoffed. She raised her eyes and let her gaze fall upon the tray in Isabella's hands.
Her eyes were dark, carrying a piercing gaze that seemed to see right through her. Isabella's heart skipped a beat, and a cold sweat broke out on the back of her neck.
Could it be... could that country bumpkin have found out something?
Just as Isabella's composure started to crumble, Serena shifted her gaze away, her voice so casualit was devoid of emotion. "Since you got up so early to make it yourself, it would be a shame to waste
Why
don't you enjoy it?"
Catherine nodded. "You must be hungry after all that work this morning. Sit down and eat with us."
Isabella's heart dropped. She forced a laugh. "I-I've already eaten. This was for Serena, I..."
In reality, she had been busy since dawn and had been so focused on watching for Serena to wake up that she hadn't eaten anything content .net>
Just as the words left her mouth, her stomach betrayed her with a loud rumble.
The atmosphere instantly turned awkward.
Isabella instinctively covered her stomach, her expression changing as she stammered, trying to explain.
Before she could speak, Serena
stirred the oatmeal that had been
placed before her and, with a casual
flick of her eyes said You do
the
seem very keen on eating breakfast you made yourself do you?"
She emphasized the word "yourself,” the smile on her lips deepening. “Or perhaps...
you put something special in it?"
With that, everything was laid out in the open.
Catherine's suspicious gaze immediately shifted to Isabella, her eyes narrowing as if
she were assessing something.
Isabella felt a chill run down her spine, her fingers clenching into fists.
How could this country bumpkin be so sharp?