Sebastian settled comfortably into the chair beside Janetta.
He scanned the spread on the table and didn't voice any complaints.
At the very least, every single dish was something he loved.
"Seb... I'm still recovering from my miscarriage. The doctor said I absolutely cannot touch greasy food," Janetta murmured, looking up at him with wide, apologetic eyes.
Anyone with a brain could see she was completely full of it.
These were Sebastian's favorite meals.
And he notoriously despised heavy, greasy food.
There wasn't a drop of excess oil on the table.
Even the pork rib soup had been carefully skimmed; Helena had instinctively used oil-absorbing sheets to remove every speck of fat from the broth.
The greens were lightly blanched and tossed.
The meat had been thoroughly parboiled and skimmed before cooking.
Helena knew exactly what Janetta was trying to do.
She was just starting drama for the fun of it.
Because right now, everyone in the Hayes family worshipped the ground Janetta walked on.
They were heartbroken over her "lost" baby.
Janetta's child had been the golden ticket they all wanted.
While the baby in Helena's belly was nothing more than a bargaining chip—a tool.
Knowing exactly how stacked the deck was against her, she kept her mouth shut.
Defending herself would only invite more humiliation.
She stood silently by the table, her face a perfect, unreadable mask.
"I'll handle it, alright?" Sebastian murmured, gently comforting Janetta.
Janetta looked at him with innocent, doe eyes, acting as if she had no idea what he was about to do.
Sebastian's gaze immediately snapped to Helena, turning razor-sharp.
"Are you stupid? Do you not know that recovering women can't eat heavy grease?" he barked, dressing her down in front of everyone.
She didn't argue. She just stood there in absolute silence.


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