Chapter 969



Two minutes ago.

The cook came into the room with two plates of lasagna.

She took the two lasagna dishes off the tray and placed them on the dining room table. Then, she looked at Xander and asked, “What is your relationship with Mr. Yale?”.

After he spoke, the cook frowned and continued to ask, “Are you Mr. Yale’s illegitimate son?”

A boy like him was staying in his master’s room.

The cook was terribly displeased.

The moment she voiced the questions, Xander curved his lips in disdain.

On the road, Trueman had not been kind to him at all. Besides, their relationship hadn’t used to be like this in the past, but now his father had become extremely scary.

This caused Xander to twist his lips and reply, “Of course not! How could he be my father?”

His dad Trueman wasn’t someone like that!

The cook was taken aback for a moment when she heard his response. Then, she took the lid off one of the plates and handed it to Xander.

The lasagna on the plate was clearly cooked extremely shallow. The pasta was undercooked and the sauce was watery.

The layer of cheese on top was almost nonexistent, and it even smelled a little foul.

The cook stood in front of him and looked at him arrogantly as she said, “Your mom told me to fix you something to eat. Who does she think she is, does she think a servant like her can order me around? I’m someone who serves Mr. Yale, and he even once complimented me on my cooking! Who does she think she is? It doesn’t matter that a petty servant like her is staying here, But she even wants me to prepare her food? What an ignorant woman!

Tell me, you little bastard, what is your mother’s relationship with Mr. Yale, why does he prefer her to cook for him?”

Xander curved his lips in disdain and looked at the woman before him. “Mom’s relationship with that guy is none of your business!”.

Xander had never given in to others, so he took the lid off the other plate all by himself.

The lasagna on that plate looked and smelled delicious. The tomato sauce was rich and meaty, and it was even topped with a lovely layer of gooey mozzarella cheese and parsley. It was obvious at a glance that it was cooked well for his employer.

Xander pointed to the lasagna dish and said, “I want this lasagna dish!”.

“No, you can’t have it!”

The cook stopped him.

Xander immediately asked, “Why?”

The cook immediately picked up the lasagna dish and held it behind her. She said, “I’m someone who only serves Mr. Yale, you little bastard, why should I serve you instead?”

“…Who do you think you’re calling a little bastard?” said Xander.

“You, of course!” The cook scoffed. the next moment, Xander tipped over the plate of lasagna and flipped it right at the cook! “Ahhh! That hurts! You little bastard. You must be sick of living!”

Nora, who heard their exchange the moment he came up the stairs, rushed to push the door open, where she immediately saw the cook lunging at Xander. She had her arm raised and was about to strike him.

Nora’s gaze darkened, she immediately kicked an old, rickety wooden chair next to her.

The chair flew straight at the cook, hitting her hard in the back. The impact caused the cook to stagger forward and fall to the floor.

After the shock, Xander, who had seen Nora, immediately jumped off the bed and stood behind Nora.

This time Nora didn’t use as much force, after all, she had been drugged. As a result, the cook managed to get up quickly. When she looked behind her and saw Nora, she immediately shouted, “How dare you hit me, do you know who I am, I’m going to tell Mr. Yale what happened right now so he can get rid of you two.” Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a voice was heard from the doorway.

“Tell me what?”

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