Luna turned to look at Fiona, then she smiled elegantly.
"It’s good that children have their own opinions.
Whether my daughter is going against me or not, you don't have to worry, Ms. Blake.” Luna said while sizing Fiona up, "If you have the time to stir up trouble with me, you should use it to take care of your own health. I hear you have a terminal illness and less than a year t o live?"
Luna waved her fingers, pretending to be earnest. "Too bad. If you and Joshua don't hurry up, you might not even be able to bear a child before you die."
Fiona’s face instantly turned miserably pale. She narrowed her eyes and looked at Luna coldly. She wanted to say something else when Granny Lynch in the distance stopped in her tracks and swept Fiona a cold glance.
"Didn't you say you want to show us your cooking skills? It's late. Shouldn't you start already?"
Fiona pursed her lips. She was forced to swallow the words that she wanted to retort to Luna a moment ago. She took a deep breath, reached out to hold Luna’s hand, and entered the manor.
Fiona smiled and said, "Ms. Luna, shall we make a good meal for Nigel and Nellie tonight? Joshua said
he’s looking for a medical team to cure your illness. I don't know when you will be fully diagnosed, so Nigel and Nellie have to stay here throughout this period. I want to do something nice for the kids too, to make them a good meal. Why don’t you use this chance tonight to teach me?"
Upon hearing what Fiona said, Granny Lynch in the distance swept her a cold glance. "Luna is a guest tonight! What nonsense is this, getting the guest to cook their own meals?
"If you know how to cook, you do it yourself. If you can't, then just don't claim that you want to make a meal yourself, as if you know how to."
Fiona’s face turned a little pale at Granny Lynch's words. She bit her lips. Tears started forming in her eyes.
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