Before Xena could say anything, Zac frowned.“Mom, Ms. Tucker needs her hands for her research. She shouldn’t be doing things like this.”Phoebe, who was in the kitchen, froze for a second.The words still managed to sting.Xena needed her hands for research.So what did that make Phoebe’s hands good for?Cooking and taking care of everyone?Her eyes suddenly burned, and Phoebe blinked a few times, telling herself it was just the fumes from the pan.Mrs. Zimmer, the housekeeper, noticed and quickly stepped over.“Why don’t you let me take over, ma’am?”Phoebe forced a small smile.“I’m fine.”Just then, Susan’s voice came from the living room.“Mrs. Zimmer, bring Phoebe out here.”Phoebe blinked.Before she could even react, Mrs. Zimmer was already ushering her out.Zac’s expression darkened when he saw her.“Mom, what are you doing? Ms. Tucker wanted to try Phoebe’s chicken soup. It’s not exactly hard for her to make.”Phoebe stood there quietly, her expression fadin
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