On the coffee table was a handmade lace hairband
It looks like it was brought over from Scandal’s side, probably something belonging to Denisse’s daughter.
Sarahi couldn’t help but laugh mockingly.
These two father and son are really affectionate, even her daughter loves them as well.
Emesto saw her smile, frowned uncomfortably, and said loudly again. “I want to see this fixed by tomorrow, fix it immediately now,”
Sarahi coldly averted her gaze and said, “I wouldn’t.”
Handmade lace production is complex, and this piece, for some unknown reason, had a large hole in it.
To repair, it is not a matter of overnight.
She had just been outside for three hours, her hands and feet were freezing cold and stiff, she couldn’t do anything at all
Ernesto suddenly got angry and said, “Why are you so useless? You don’t know anything. You simply don’t want to do it. I already promised Raina that I would give her a good one tomorrow. You must do it today.”
Sarahi held a cup of hot water to warm her hands, her voice cold, “Ernesto, I am your mother, not your nanny!”
She rarely was strict with Emesto.
Ernesto inherited his father’s high intelligence and hardly had to put any effort into his studies.
Therefore, most of the time, Sarahi played the role of the rear support, taking care of Ernesto’s daily life.
From the smallest details of his daily life, such as his clothing, food, shelter, and transportation, to the larger aspect of his health condition
Sarahi did everything meticulously,
Even so, Ernesto was always able to find faults.
Used to his mother’s contributions in the family, he felt entitled to have Sarali do anything for him and complained that his mother’s efforts were not good enough
Even the voice telling the story, he was picky about its pitch
Sarahl knew that raising a highly intelligent child had its challenges, so she exercised patience in every aspect.
But now, she didn’t want to endure anymore.
Ernesto was taken aback by her attitude and looked at Jovan
Jovan walked over from the kitchen and said to Emesto, “Let Moun rest tonight, we’ll do it tomorrow,”
At the moment, Jovan seemed to have returned to bring a good husband.
He was wear
wearing an apron, with a gentle look in his eyes.
I put a hot water bag in Sarah’s arms and comfortingly touched her head, “Why get angry with a child?”
Sarah slightly turned her head, avoiding his movement.
The voice was calm, “I was not angry with himn.”
She simply informed Ernesto that she would no longer work as a housekeeper for him.
Jovan’s hand froze in mid air, and then he withdrew it
In silence, there was an atmosphere that left him at a loss, a vague sense of inexplicable loss.
Joven frowned. He had never seen Sarald like this before. In his imagination, Sarahi should have cried and made a scene, blamed him, resented him, and eventually compromised:
But now, she skipped all the steps and calmly accepted everything
It’s as if they didn’t care at all.
“Let’s eat first,”
Chapter 2
Jovan changed the subject and brought out a bowl of fish soup from the kitchen.
The first bowl was served to Sarahil.
“Have some soup to warm up your body. Aren’t you the one who loves fish soup the most?”
Sarahi looked at the milky white soup in the bowl, the fish meat was tender and the broth was delicious.
It was Tovan’s specialty dish…
Sarah tela pang of bittemess in her heart.
“The one who liked to drink fish soup was Denisse.”
foran hesitated for a moment, then casually said, “You two are sisters, so your preferences should be similar.”
Sarehi laughed at herself self–deprecatingly
Her tastes were completely different from Denisse’s
But Jovan only remembered Denisse.
His brain, which usually only stored experimental data, had specially reserved a space to remember everything about Denisse
This time, Sarahi lowered her head and said, “I hated drinking fish soup the most.”
“I hated the fishy smell in the fish soup, it was unpleasant, disgusting, and tasted like drinking swill.”
lovan’s actions did not stop, he simply said calmly, “Eating fish is good for the heart.”
Sarah’s hand holding the spoon tightened, it turned out that what she cared about was this.
Sarahi didn’t say anything else and reluctantly drank a bowl of fish soup before turning and heading to the room,
Married for eight years, she and Jovan slept in separate rooms.
Because Jovan said he had shallow sleep, she voluntarily went to sleep in the guest room, and slept for eight years.
I just didn’t want to share the same bed with her.
