"I don't like chicken soup. Didn't Grandma tell you that?" Vincent looked at Kelly.
Her heart sank as her expression froze. "N-no."
She'd made the soup and brought it over; it had nothing to do with Anna. How would she possibly know that Vincent didn't like chicken soup?
His words were enough to expose her lie. She forced a smile and said, "Maybe Grandma got it wrong because her age is getting to her. I'll pour it away if you don't like it."
"It'd be a waste to pour this away." Vincent looked at Tiffany. "Do you drink chicken soup, Tiffany?"
Tiffany was caught off guard by his question. Kelly gnashed her teeth but kept her smile in place as she said, "Oh, right. If you like it, Tiffany can have it. It'd be a waste to pour it away, after all. I spent a really long time on this."
Tiffany wasn't ignorant; she could read the room. She waved her hands and said, "I'm not a fan of chicken soup, either. Thanks for the offer, Mr. Lewis, and Kelly too."
"Is that so?" Kelly looked disappointed. "It's such a waste."
Vincent didn't push the subject. Instead, he said, "You can just leave it there, then. I'll give it to Alex later. He likes chicken soup."
Kelly smiled. "Okay."
…
Kelly poured the soup back into the Thermos flask. When she came out of the pantry, she saw Vincent and Tiffany hard at work. It was a quiet and serene scene, but Kelly found it annoying.
She walked over to Vincent. "Mr. Lewis, I was chatting with Ivy earlier when a young lady approached us. She was in tears as she told us she'd been fired.
"I asked her about it—it doesn't seem like too big a deal. She kept begging me for help, so could you—"
"No." Vincent didn't hesitate in his rejection. "We don't need careless people like her in the company."
Kelly smiled woefully. "I've already promised her I'd help, though. Besides, I heard from Ivy that she would've had no choice but to hire Ms. Stewart if not for Brianna."
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