The corners of Madeline’s lips curled as a smudge of mischief bled from her eyes.
Just as Karen was about to sit, Madeline frowned and placed a hand over her chest, dry heaving.
Everyone’s gaze fell unanimously on Madeline while Jeremy reached out to hold her with concern. “Are you alright, Vera?”
“Something smells bad. It makes me want to puke,” Madeline replied softly, “It might be from the soup, Jeremy. I feel bad. I think I need to vomit.”
“...”
Karen’s expression immediately darkened. This soup was one of her proudest dishes. It was rich in antioxidants and vitamins. It was also her favorite soup to drink.
Yet what had this woman said?
The smell of the soup was bad and made her want to puke?
“Bring the soup away,” Jeremy demanded.
The maid was stunned, then she nodded and complied.
“Wait!” Karen stopped her. “What are you trying to say, Vera? You don’t have to eat my food if you think it’s so disgusting! What are you trying to imply by complaining about how it
