"Ma'am, we've placed everything according to your instructions.""Good." Violet nodded. "You may go now."After they had left, Violet pushed Larissa into the kitchen."These are all my baking equipment," she explained. "And there's flour, cream, and all these other ingredients."She glanced at the built-in oven in the kitchen and huffed. "Fortunately, Kevan got an oven here when he was renovating. He must have lived here for three to four years, hmm? Look at how new it is!" She tutted.Larissa did not have the courage to say that it was not just the oven, but almost everything in the kitchen seemed new.…After lunch, both mother and daughter-in-law baked a cake instead of going downstairs for a walk.Larissa was fairly talented at cooking, so when Violet taught her something, she caught on pretty quickly. She only ruined one cake base, and made the second one perfectly, just like Violet's. Violet praised her for quite a while because of that.As she was just starting out, Vio
With a loud thud, Larissa crashed onto the floor.At the most critical moment, she lifted her injured leg, which prevented the tragedy of her wound from tearing open once again. But in exchange, her knee slammed into the floor, numbing her whole leg so much that she could not move at all.Hearing the loud sound behind him, Kevan pulled back the leg he was about to step out with. He turned to see Larissa lying spread-eagled on the floor. She was still, the only sound that could be heard was her faint labored breathing.Fear and panic overtook his heart.Placing the kitten on the floor, he quickly made his way to her and picked her up into his arms."Was it a bad fall?" He asked anxiously, his gaze drifting to the bandaged leg. "Does your leg hurt? Did the wound tear open again?"Larissa shook her head. "No, it doesn't hurt, and the wound did not reopen."Kevan walked towards the entrance.Larissa tugged on his sleeve and asked, "What are you doing?""We're going to the hospital
"It's already late. Even if you want to return the kitten, you have to wait till tomorrow, right? Then …" Her hand started to itch again. "Can I play with her tonight?"Her voice was too overly cautious, and the eagerness in her eyes was so obvious—Kevan placed the kitten into her lap."Just for tonight," He said, "If it dirties the house later, I will throw it out immediately.""She won't!" Larissa fiercely protected the kitten and promised Kevan on behalf of it.Kevan snorted with disdain. He stood up, stuck his hands in his pockets, and asked, "Have you had your dinner?""Yes." Larissa happily stroked the kitten and responded to him distractedly, "Mom brought over extra dishes at noon. I heated them up in the microwave and ate them.""What about me?"Kevan's sudden question caught Larissa off guard."What about you?" She was a little blank."What am I supposed to eat?" His eyes narrowed some, and his voice screamed danger.Only then did Larissa recall that he did not see
Having left Larissa's lap, the kitten became increasingly uncertain. This environment was completely unfamiliar to it, and its deep blue eyes were filled with fear. It meowed a few times, looking around for that familiar figure before it curled back into its spot in the corner of the sofa due to not being able to find Larissa.It looked rather pitiful with the way it trembled. In a trance, Kevan seemed to see Larissa as she was that night in the emergency hall, waiting. So, he involuntarily went over and picked up the kitten, placing it in his own lap. Its tiny body gave off heat, so it seemed to resemble an eco-friendly hand warmer on this cold winter day.Kevan mimicked Larissa's movements, stroking its little head, before slowly moving to the soft fur on its back—doing it again and again. He had to admit, stroking a cat like this was quite effective in promoting concentration and calming the mind. At least, in these few minutes, he felt good—especially when the little thing starte
She opened the refrigerator to take out some eggs, and looked inside for a while before suddenly asking Larissa, "Did you finish eating the cake you made yesterday?""No?" Larissa wheeled herself over in her wheelchair. "I only ate a small slice and put the rest in the refrigerator. Kevan did not have dinner when he came back last night, so he probably ate some.""Then where's the rest?" Violet opened the refrigerator further so that Larissa could see for herself. Pretty much everything remained the same as when she went to put the cake inside, except for the cake itself. They even searched every single trash can in the house, but they did not see any cake "remains".This "mystery" was only solved after Kevan got home."Cake? I ate it," he said casually."All of it?!" Larissa was shocked."Yup." Kevan nodded before asking her in return, "Is there a problem?""No …" It was just that … "Didn't you feel sick after having eaten so much?" Even for someone like her who had a sweet
Violet never said that Kevan had to go, so Larissa was rather calm about it. Since he was not willing to, she found no need to force him."I'll be baking cakes for the little ones on Saturday, I probably won't have time to make anything else. Remember to eat more for dinner." Recalling his recent meal "additions", Larissa made sure to remind him.Kevan's expression was dark, looking for all as if a storm was coming."You have time to bake for a bunch of irrelevant people, but you don't have time to do it for me?"To Larissa, he was just being unreasonably troublesome."The kid's just turning one month old, Mom and I are just giving a cake as a token …""I'll buy a cake and deliver it over, the ones you bake belong to me!" Kevan ordered aggressively.Larissa did not want to bother with him. However, Kevan now had a grip on something vital of hers. "If you still want to be able to see your cat after you come home …""Okay, okay, okay, man. Jeez! I'll bake you one!" Larissa quic
"Well, he's the uncle, so even if he's not here, of course, he would send a gift as a token of his presence." Violet's words were humble, but her smile was filled with pride.After Mia, many others sought Violet out to chat. Although it was supposedly "chatting", they were actually just trying to kiss up to her. Larissa was quite shocked as she was hearing more compliments than she ever had in the past twenty years within ten minutes.A middle-aged couple walked over together."Mrs. Rogers.""Mr. and Mrs. Hermes!"They greeted each other.Violet introduced them to Larissa, "This is the president of Torqua Corporation, Mr. Xander Hermes. This is his wife."Larissa knew Torqua Corporation. If she recalled correctly …She glanced at Lucas, who was not far off. These two before her must be his parents.Lucas happened to look over to where they were too. When he locked eyes with Larissa, he immediately let out a polite smile, which Larissa also gave in return.Lana, who was next t
"Honestly, Larissa, you …" Lana pouted, her eyes showing a hint of reproach as well as exasperation.Larissa was just wondering how to get out of this "deep sisterly affection" act when her wheelchair automatically rolled back a foot's distance—No, it was Violet who pulled back the wheelchair for a foot's distance.Having no warning, Lana, who had been leaning against the wheelchair, nearly pitched over sideways. Thankfully, Lucas quickly caught her before she could hit the floor."My apologies, Mr. and Mrs. Hermes." Violet smiled with charm. "Lari and I are going to go see the child. We'll talk later!"Lucas' parents quickly said, "Of course, of course! We'll talk later!" Once Violet had left with Larissa, Xander turned to glare coldly at Lucas.Knowing he was in the wrong, Lucas looked down with guilt, his hand tightly gripping Lana's. He said in a low voice, "Let's go, Nana."Lana glared at Larissa's silhouette with resentment, nearly crushing her own teeth from all the gnashi