She Quit Her Family and Found Herself novel Chapter 167

She looked up at him, wiping her hands on her apron. "But sir, since she's clearly taking the first step to make up, why don't you just meet her halfway and ask her to come back? Not only is Miles clearly struggling without her, but honestly, I am too. Before, she used to help me with all these chores. Prepping meals goes so much faster with two people. If she were here, you, Miles, and Ms. Sinclair could sit down to a hot meal the second you walked through the door."

Ever since Hulda had packed her bags and vanished, Callie had been completely solo—managing the groceries, prepping every meal, and cooking everything from scratch. A few times, she had barely finished in time.

Callie's casual complaint instantly conjured the image of Hulda bustling around the kitchen in Herbert's mind.

Whenever he had walked into the dining room, he would see her through the steam, moving with practiced efficiency. She always had this calm, serene smile on her face as she meticulously brought dish after delicious dish to the table.

It had been a very, very long time since he had seen Hulda in their kitchen.

"Yeah. I understand," he finally murmured, pulling his gaze away. "I'm going up to my study. Let me know when the courier gets here."

He turned and headed up the stairs.

Callie genuinely wanted Hulda back so she wouldn't have to shoulder all the domestic work alone.

And she genuinely believed her logic was flawless.

In her mind, there was no comparison between a housewife and a professional like Ms. Sinclair. Sylvie was a talented career woman who needed to focus on her work.

Hulda was just a standard housewife. Staying home, serving her husband, and raising their child was her literal job description.

A man as incredible as Mr. Jewell had women throwing themselves at him constantly!

Throwing a little tantrum to get his attention was fine, but if she actually divorced him, how on earth was a woman like her supposed to survive in the real world?

When Herbert reached the landing and stepped toward his study, something caught his eye out of his peripheral vision. The door to the room across the hall was left ajar.

It was Hulda's study—the room Sylvie had been borrowing recently.

She would never leave a room looking like this.

His hand brushed against the doorknob, and for the very first time in his life, he stepped into her sanctuary.

When he approached the desk, he found it completely littered with Sylvie's random personal belongings. He stood there for a long time, scanning the clutter, but he couldn't spot a single item that actually belonged to Hulda.

An inexplicable flash of intense irritation flared in his chest.

Hulda would never have tolerated a workspace this chaotic.

He made a mental note to remind Sylvie later to tidy the place up. If Hulda came back to this mess, she would definitely throw another fit.

Thinking this, he stepped around the disastrously messy desk and walked over to the towering bookshelf against the wall.