Stella and Cordelia were engrossed in a conversation in the living room when footsteps interrupted them. Stella, who had been wearing a smile, swiftly composed herself, her gaze turning chilly.

She turned to Cordelia and said, “Grandma, I’ve got some errands to run later. I better head off now.”

“Lunch is almost ready. I had them prepare some of your favorite dishes. You should grab a bite before you leave,” Cordelia tried to convince her to stay.

Stella declined politely, “Sorry, Grandma, but I have plans to meet some friends for lunch at half past twelve. I’m afraid I won’t make it on time if I stay any longer. It isn’t ideal for me to be late since we’re colleagues.”

Not wanting to insist, Cordelia relented, “Alright then. I’ll have Corrin pack your favorite dishes for you to take home.

You can enjoy them later.”

“You make it so hard to refuse, Grandma,” Stella sighed.

Pleased with Stella’s agreement, Cordelia grabbed her arm and said, “Come, let’s go to the kitchen. You can pick the dishes you want us to pack for you.”

suddenly remembered something and turned to her grandson,” Keegan, take Jaylene to wash her hands. Lunch will be ready

obvious contrast in Cordelia’s treatment toward her. She was warm and affectionate toward Stella, even more so than

and

gaze and tagged

and the household staff were busy preparing a variety of aromatic dishes. Corrin’s culinary skills were on par with Felicity’s, evidenced by Vermont’s prolonged appreciation

Cordelia directed the other staff to pack the food, she asked Stella, “Do you like

tried

a ceramic pot, “It’s Corrin’s recipe. She enhances it with seafood broth.

wave of nausea. She quickly covered her mouth, retreated to the side, and took a moment to

My stomach isn’t doing well lately. I became sensitive to meaty odors. I feel like vomiting as soon as I

covered the pot, looked at Stella seriously, and

her brows, “About a week, I think.

the days in her mind, and her eyes assumed a more

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