Chapter 47


    Kaley was stunned. She didn''t expect Izabe to have such a strong reaction, dumping the entire


    table of food right in front of them.


    And she did it so fast that Kaley didn''t even have time to put down her fork, awkwardly holding it,


    not knowing whether to let go or keep holding on to it.


    "You''re wasting so much food like this..."


    Izabeughed, "It won''t go to waste! I''ll just take all this to the trash downstairs and feed it to the


    stray dogs. They''ll even wag their tails at me happily after eating."


    Kaley''s face darkened, feeling deeply offended by Izabe''s words. Did she just imply that Kaley


    was lower than a dog?


    In response, Brett abruptly stood up and tightly grasped Izabe''s wrist. "Did you do this


    intentionally?" he demanded, his voiceced with usation.


    Izabe concealed the coldness in her eyes, turning her face to meet Kaley''s smug expression. "I


    was merely being considerate," she stated, her toneced with underlying sarcasm. "Since Ms.


    Cot mentioned that the food didn''t suit your taste, I decided to discard it all. It seems Ms.


    Cot knows your preferences quite well. Perhaps she should take over the cooking duties for you


    from now on."


    Her suggestion, though directed at Brett, was genuine. She wanted to avoid any further discontent


    in the future by simply allowing whoever wanted to cook to take charge.


    As Brett got closer, Izabe could smell his elegant cologne. She used to love this scent, and had


    even secretly bought it to spray in every corner of her room, fooling herself that Brett was home.


    In their four years of marriage, she had spent most of her time waiting for Brett, who never came


    back. She was foolish enough to use a bottle of cologne to console herself.


    But now, this scent made her feel nauseous, even worse than the smell of dog poop.


    "Besides, didn''t you tell me just the other day that Ms. Cot moved in to take care of me? My


    poor health can''t handle the smell of cooking fumes."


    Izabe turned her gaze to Kaley''s resentful face, showing a generous and considerate smile. Since


    Kaley wanted to be her servant, she would definitely make good use of her.


    Kaley clenched her teeth, she only meant to put on a show and didn''t want to take care of Izabe


    anymore.


    Kaleyined in her heart, but looked at Brett with an aggrieved expression. "Brett, Ms. Salotti


    didn''t do it on purpose. She just didn''t know your preferences. Besides, she''s used to being a


    spoileddy. I''ll handle these things from now on."


    Kaley''s seemingly innocent but malicious demeanor disgusted Izabe. She forcibly pulled back her


    hand and said coldly, "Who do you think you are? Eating someone else''s cooking without even a


    single word of gratitude, only pointing fingers and being picky? Where''s your so-called upbringing?"


    "I haven''t done anything wrong, Ms. Salotti. I understand that you don''t wee me. I''ll just leave,"


    Kaley uttered with reddened eyes, tears clinging to hershes. She nced at Brett, letting out cries


    that conveyed a sense of immense injustice.


    Brett instinctively drew Kaley close, his gaze fixed on Izabe like a hawk. His lips moved subtly,


    "Apologize to her."


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    "On what grounds?" Izabe lifted her gaze, meeting Brett''s eyes. "What have I said that was


    wrong, Brett? Wasn''t it you who mentioned that Kaley would move in to take care of me? I prepared


    the meal, but you both didn''t like it, so I disposed of the food. I''ve been trying to amodate both


    of you, and now you expect me to apologize?"


    Brett''s eyes narrowed, exuding a cold and piercing intensity, but Izabe fearlessly held her ground,


    returning his gaze.


    Apologize? No way.


    With Kaley standing behind Brett, she secretly tugged on his sleeve, shook her head, and


    whispered, "I''m fine. Don''t fight over me."


    Her promise" attitude only served to make Izabe appear even more aggressive. If it had


    been in the past, Izabe might have let it go. But now, knowing she didn''t have much time left to


    live, why would she waste her limited time watching this despicable woman''s disgusting acting


    skills?


    "Kaley, your acting skills are so good they''re wasted if you don''t go into the theater. Are we fighting


    because of you? Don''t tter yourself too much!"