The next morning, Yvonne smelled the aroma of food the moment she headed downstairs.

"Come and have breakfast."

When she heard Edith call out to her, Yvonne walked over to the dining room. A feast had been laid out on the table.

Yvonne was stunned. "D-Did you make all of this?"

"Yes!" Edith wiped her hands on the apron and said with a smile, "When I was with the Carringtons, I often asked the chef for tips and learned from him.

"I don't know if you would like any of the food I make, so I made a variety of them."

"You've made too much food."

Yvonne walked over to the table and asked curiously, "You were one of the Carringtons' daughters-in-law. Why would you need to make your own food?"

"Grandma is a picky eater. I don't know why, but she liked my cooking, so I used to cook quite often," Edith explained with a smile.

Yvonne furrowed her brows. Agatha must have just done it to make things difficult for Edith.

Edith's family was quite wealthy too. When she had married Otto's