“I want to ask you something,” Gian said quietly, though his voice carried an unmistakable firmness. “Who exactly were you trying to please?”Aurelia froze. Her lips parted, but no sound came out.Madam Lestari folded her arms even tighter across her chest. “Certainly not me, Gian,” she snapped.Silence settled over the room.Before anyone could add another word, Gian stepped forward. Slow, steady, without theatrics. His gaze cut through the tension, directed at only one person.“I never asked you to cook,” he said. “I didn’t ask for anything.”Aurelia bit her lip, head dipping slightly.But then, to her surprise, Gian picked up a cloth. He wiped the messy countertop once, calmly, without a complaint before turning to his mother.“She just arrived today. If a small mistake is enough to set you off like this… maybe this house is simply too harsh for anyone.”Madam Lestari stiffened. “You’re defending her?”Gian didn’t answer.He simply looked at his mother for a long, heavy moment. The
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