Madeline was as subtle as a bull in a china shop, wasn't she? Didn't it embarrass her to wear her heart on her sleeve like that?
Imogen, seeing the potential for another argument brewing, quickly stepped in to smooth things over. "Honestly, once she moves to SouthHill Community, she'll have whatever she wants at her fingertips. Emma's cooking is legendary; whatever Regina craves, Emma will whip up in no time. You really don't need to fuss over her, you know.
And you, dear, you could stand to put on a few pounds. Just look at how skinny you've gotten with all that studying—you're practically all elbows and knees! Emma won’t be around to mother you for much longer, so you might as well appreciate it while you can."
Imogen ladled out a bowl of soup for Madeline, but she showed no appreciation. Anything Regina approved of was automatically on her blacklist. She pushed the bowl aside so hastily that the soup almost sloshed over the rim.
Francis gave her a sharp look, which made Madeline stiffen up, though she still held her head high in defiance.
"Mom, I've told you a hundred times, this abalone is overcooked. Why do you insist on serving it to me? You should have it yourself. I can take care of my own meals," Madeline retorted, her voice dripping with irritation.
"Oh dear, my memory isn’t what it used to be! You just mentioned you didn't like it, and here I've gone and dished you up a whole bowl. If you won’t have it, I'll take it," Imogen sighed, feigning forgetfulness.
Francis’ face darkened. Such ungrateful behavior was intolerable, especially at the lunch table. Nolan had arrived, and here Madeline was, prattling on about whether the abalone was overcooked or not. Did she think such petty complaints made her look more discerning? She seemed to forget that every bite and sip she enjoyed was courtesy of the Tanner family. Had it not been for his decision to take them in, she likely wouldn't even know the taste of abalone.
And yet, she dared to create discord and belittle his daughter right in front of him? She was seriously overestimating her importance.
Thankfully, Nolan paid her no mind, spooning up the soup and savoring every drop until the bowl was empty.
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