Then she turned to Bruno, pulling his arm as she said, "Let's go, Bruno."
Bruno glanced at Qiana, clearly feeling Mashauva's ostracism toward her.
"Okay, let's go downstairs."
After they left, Qiana said in a huff, "Look at what attitude I get in return for listening to you and apologize."
"What attitude?" Freddy glanced at her coldly. "If you dare say to me all that you have said to Mashauva, I would've given you a tight slap, but even that is mercy."
"Freddy?!"
Freddy went downstairs, leaving her be while Qiana gritted her teeth in situ for a long while before she joined the others in resignation.
Laura already had an array of breakfast ready when she saw Mashauva and immediately gestured to her to come.
Well-mannered, Mashauva greeted Laura. "Good morning, Madam Laura."
"Good morning. Did you sleep well last night?"
With that, she noticed Mashauva's eyes were somewhat swollen, but the girl didn't look upset, so she didn't press on.
Yeah, I had a good night's sleep. It was very cozy."
"Good to hear. Come, have some breakfast."
There was a wide array of food on the table, many of which were Mashauva's favorite. When Laura served Mashauva porridge, she whispered in her ear.
"Your brother gave me this recipe specially."
Hearing that, Mashauva looked up to Laura in surprise and asked, "Really?"
She turned to look at Bruno, who was eating his porridge. "What are you looking at? Eat up," he said.
Just then, Freddy and Qiana arrived at the table and took their seats. Qiana had wanted to sit close to Bruno, but before she even walked over, Freddy had pulled her far away and said, "Sit here."
Furious, Qiana wanted to beat her cousin to death.
Mashauva was reluctant to eat at the same table as Qiana as her words the night before still bothered Mashauva despite forgiving her for Freddy's sake.
It galled her to know that Qiana was right in front of her whenever she looked up.
However, she did not let it show but took an egg muffin and nibbled on it instead.
It was filled with rich stuffing. She took a bite, and the creaminess of the egg coated her entire mouth. It was so good that she wanted to cry.
Laura's cooking was so amazing that she decided to eat more.
"Slow down, or you'll choke."
Bruno placed a bowl of porridge next to Mashauva's hand. "Have some of this."
"Thank you, Bruno."
Freddy looked at Mashauva and wanted to laugh at her expense. "Masha, take your time. No one is going to steal your food. If you like it so much, you can have mine too."
Hearing that, Qiana took it as an opportunity to be on Mashauva's good side, so she gave her her helping of egg muffin as well.
"Mine too; you can have mine."
Just like that, another two helpings of egg muffins were before her. She glanced at the skinny Qiana and suddenly lost her appetite when she thought of what she'd said last night.
She shook her head and said, "No, I'm good."
If it had been in the past, she would've been elated, but now she wasn't feeling like herself.
Fortunately, Bruno stepped in.
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