บททั้งหมดของ Nine Ungrateful Sisters: บทที่ 571 - บทที่ 580

Before, Diana's only problem had been deciding what to make. Now she felt as though she had swallowed something foul. Not because she didn't know what to do. Once she made up her mind, she followed through.The problem was Elara, buzzing around her like a fly that would neither land nor leave.She had settled on bacon and eggs with a few thin egg crepes on the side. It was simple, manageable, and done. Unexpectedly, Elara declared that she didn't want any of it. And if she did not want it, Oscar probably wouldn't either. She wanted meatballs instead.Diana offered to go buy some.Elara said there were perfectly good ones in the freezer, but she liked them freshly made. Store-bought meatballs were made with mystery meat and questionable oil. She only wanted the ones Helena had made herself."Fine. I'll fry them!" Diana agreed through clenched teeth.Elara immediately declared that her attitude was unacceptable. Nobody was forcing her. If she didn't want to do it, she did not have

Oscar finished his soup. It was decent. He was fairly certain he had been the one who taught Diana how to make it.The world talked about equality between men and women, and the sisters had embraced that way of thinking completely. Cooking was optional when delivery apps could bring anything to your door. Why spend time learning a skill that professionals could do better?Oscar had always seen things differently. No matter how the world changed, every person, whether man or woman, ought to know how to make at least one dish they could take pride in. It could be as simple as a comforting bowl of soup.What it was did not matter, but everyone should have that one recipe. Other people would always be other people. Having that one skill meant you could still comfort yourself when your spirits were low and you had no appetite.That was why he had taught Diana to make this soup. She was the kind of person who swallowed her pain and never spoke of it. He had thought about that while he wa

Diana shuffled out of the Miller villa, doing her best to avoid eye contact. Every time she noticed someone looking at her, she lowered her head as heat rushed to her face. It was absolutely humiliating.On his way out, Oscar had tossed her a change of clothes and told her to put it on. The outfit had a very specific look. It was a traditional maid's uniform.She had agreed to work in this house. That was one thing. This was another. Some people could do a certain kind of work without issue but still fall apart the moment they were given a label for it. Having that label stitched into a uniform and wearing it in public was something else entirely.Diana had resisted. She would do the work, but she refused to wear a uniform for it. Unfortunately, she didn't have the standing to make that argument.Oscar had simply stood there. He didn't raise his voice or say a single word. He only looked at her.A few minutes later, Diana had put on the uniform. She told herself it was compensatio

Rebecca looked up and saw a handsome young man standing in the aisle. He wore a custom-tailored suit, the kind that cost well into the millions. His watch was from the Starry Sky collection, worth several million more.She couldn't quite identify the brand of his glasses, but they were certainly expensive. Even his cologne was a limited-edition fragrance from a private workshop, the sort of obscure luxury that only people with real money seemed to know about.He was a genuine rich man.In a single glance, Rebecca had taken his full inventory. At least the past few weeks had been good for something.She smiled politely. "Of course."The seat beside her was empty. She had no companion, so there was no reason to refuse."Thank you."He sat down.Rebecca turned back to her book.Lucius Vaughn smiled and nodded toward the cover in her hands. "Is that Mysterious Revival?"Rebecca gave a small nod. The title was printed on the spine. Ignoring the question entirely would have been ru

Diana stood in the arrivals terminal, craning her neck toward the exit doors. Around her, the entire airport had been transformed. Banners hung everywhere, and streamers shimmered in the light.After making a quick circuit of the market, Oscar had brought her straight here. Everything she saw now was the result of the calls he had made along the way.The banners completely encircled the terminal building. Every single one was dedicated to Rebecca.[A warm welcome to the most wonderful Rebecca Miller, home to Silverton at last!][In this moment, joy fills every corner of the eye.][Within the span of time we share, you are the best of it.][Day XX since you left this city. Thinking of you.]…Each message tried to outdo the last in embarrassing sincerity.Outside the terminal, a convoy of luxury vehicles idled in a dedicated lane that Oscar had cleared so Rebecca would see him the moment she stepped through the doors.Overhead, helicopters circled in slow loops with banners and s