The Talk (2)

Cameron took a piece after offering his thanks and bit into the cookie. His face contorted into a frown. He looked up at Scarlett, but nothing seemed amiss. When he turned to Clarissa, she had a hint of a smirk on her lips. "Thank you so much, Ma’am, the cookie is perfectly salted."

Scarlett’s eyes widened in panic. “Mum!” She took a piece out of his bowl and bit into it. “Mum, why would you?” She spat it out and pushed the bowl away from him.

“I don’t know,” Clarissa responded. “I hated to see you hurting every day you came home from work, and I thought of a clever way to get back at him.”

“Did Scarlett tell you everything? If I remember correctly, she was the one who hurt me,” he replied.

Scarlett lowered her gaze.

Clarissa nodded. “I know, and I’m sorry for the cookies.”

“I thought it was funny.”

She handed him a new bowl. “You’re not innocent in all of this. You took hair from my grandson's head without my permission.”

“No harm was done to him. I took it from his comb,” he said in