After the New Year's Eve Tragedy Her Icy Return novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90 Spit Broth

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She wasn’t afraid of the inevitable reprimands but feared her brothers would hold her up and make her miss the early morning trip to the market. The earlier she went, the fresher the produce.

After getting ready, Caroline walked to the dining room to get a cup of water. Noticing that the kitchen light was on, she peeked in and saw Wren standing by the stove with a bowl in her hand, eating something..

Caroline tiptoed closer and saw what Wren was eating. Sure enough, she was sneakily enjoying some bone broth.

Suppressing a smile, Caroline suddenly cleared her throat loudly.

Startled, Wren flinched, and the bowl slipped from her hands, shattering on the floor.

The porcelain pieces scattered everywhere, and Wren spun around, terror evident on her face. Seeing it was Caroline, she forced a sheepish smile.

Caroline looked down at the scattered bone broth and pieces of the bowl, playing innocent. “Wren, what are you doing?”

“N–nothing, just tasting the bone broth to check if it’s seasoned well enough.” Wren stammered, quickly bending to pick up the broken pieces, trying to hide her panic.

Bad luck! She hadn’t had bone broth in a whole week and just today, of all days, she got caught by Caroline.

What’s gotten into this girl, waking up so early today?

Caroline nodded with a faux understanding. “Oh, so you need a whole bowl to test the seasoning. That’s news to me.”

After cleaning up the broken porcelain and mopping up the spilled broth, Wren hoped the noise hadn’t woken anyone else. If the others saw this, she’d be in serious trouble.

Seeing her silence, Caroline continued, “What do you think Edwin and Alaina would say if they knew you were sneaking bone broth?”

Wren’s nervousness peaked. She clenched the cloth in her hand, trying hard to stay calm. “Stealing? I’m just making sure the seasoning is right. Don’t go making wild accusations.”

“Oh? Really? Well, I guess I’ll just ask Edwin then, see if he’s given you permission to taste–test entire bowl of broth.” Caroline turned to leave the kitchen.

Wren’s face went pale. Dropping the cloth, she grabbed Caroline’s arm, trying to smile convincingly. “Ms. Caroline, Mr. Edwin had a late night. Let’s not disturb him. Wouldn’t you rather he get some rest?

“You don’t look too well yourself. How about, every time I make bone broth, I set aside a bowl for you. How does that sound?”

Her smile looked kind, but her eyes flashed with hatred. Not waiting for Caroline’s reply, she began to push her out of the kitchen. “You wait outside; I’ll get you a bowl.”