After the New Year's Eve Tragedy Her Icy Return novel Chapter 91

After the New Year’s Eve Tragedy: Her Icy Return

Chapter 91 Mecting the Graysons.

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In the family, only Fabian and Liam really loved bone broth. Caroline knew if she mentioned it, Fabian would definitely go for that bowl.

He just had bad luck this time.

Fabian’s anger dissipated almost completely as he headed for the bathroom. “So, you still have a shred of decency!”

He briskly completed his morning routine and then made his way to the dining room. Without hesitation, he picked up the bowl of bone broth and began to drink it down.

Wren, hearing the commotion, assumed Caroline was drinking the broth and felt a surge of satisfaction. But when she turned and saw that it was Fabian, her face froze.

Fabian, having finished the broth, noticed her stare. “What is it, Wren?”

Did she really think he didn’t deserve to drink the broth?

Normally, Alaina and Helen were the ones who got the bone broth, and the brothers rarely had any. But if he wanted some, that was his right.

Wren didn’t dare admit the broth had her saliva in it. She managed a forced smile. “Nothing, Mr. Fabian. Breakfast will be ready soon.”

This time, Caroline had been lucky. But Wren could bide her time. Being the one who cooked all the family meals, punishing Caroline was easy.

She racked her brain for the next scheme while unaware that Caroline, after today’s incident, had no intention of eating anything cooked by anyone but herself in that house again.

The rain continued pouring outside as Caroline, after putting the clothes away, grabbed an umbrella and left the house.

This actually relieved Wren. She worried that Caroline might tell everyone about her sneaking the bone broth. With Caroline gone, that fear eased.

After setting the breakfast table, Wren divided the remaining bone broth into two half–portions and served them to Alaina and Helen.

Helen frowned slightly at her bowl. “Wren, why is there only half a bowl of bone broth today?”

She glanced at Alaina’s bowl, which was also only half full.

Wren laughed awkwardly. “Sorry, I cooked less today. I’ll make more tomorrow.”

Usually, Wren prepared three bowlso: one for herself and one each for Alaina and Helen.