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95: Don't Try It

YVONNE—

"Excuse me, ma'am. What do you want? You could have requested one of the maids to inform us what you wished to be served. You are not supposed to be here," the chef stated.

"Sorry, let me have my way. I'm looking for my kids, triplets. They are two girls and one boy. About this height and size," I said, making a hand gesture to show their size and height. "Please, I want to know if they came here and probably got stuck," I responded.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but we don't permit anyone here to talk more of kids," the chef replied, his face written with scrutiny.

I could notice the suspicious look she was giving me. Probably she thought I had come to spy on the kitchen or poison the food, only to be shocked to notice someone was there.

I did not respond to her anymore but went straight to the cupboards, ransacking the whole set of items and even opening the cover of the pots on the cooker as if they could fit inside the pot.

Truly, one can go insane when tragedy happens to her.

"Ma'am,
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