In the living room, Susan was sitting on the sofa, scolding the servant, peeling the pomegranate. "You can't even do this little thing right. Look at how you are peeling it?"

"Ms. Susan, I will peel it again for you."

Forget it. It's already late. Why isn't Mr. Wood coming back?" Susan said impatiently.

The housekeeper replied, "Mr. Wood has dinner tonight and will be back later."

"Ah? Then I am supposed to eat alone?"

"Yes."

"What about Gale!" Susan asked again, "She's just a small employ