She Quit Her Family and Found Herself novel Chapter 57

In the hospital room, Herbert hung up the phone and immediately dialed Hulda's number.

The first call rang out until it disconnected automatically. No one answered.

He stared at the screen for a moment, then dialed again.

Sylvie sat quietly in her bed, her right hand subconsciously gripping the bedsheets.

Over at the Jadecrest Villas, Hulda was in the kitchen making breakfast.

It was the first time she had properly cooked a meal since moving into this house.

Before this, she either boiled an egg or ordered takeout.

But today was different. Sienna had stayed over.

Having just finished washing up, Sienna practically bounded down the stairs, following the delicious aroma straight into the kitchen.

"Wow! Hulda, what are you making? It smells amazing!" she chirped, leaning over the counter to peek at the stove.

Hulda smiled. "Just throwing something simple together. Go sit in the dining room. It'll be ready in a minute."

Back in her old life, Herbert and Miles never stepped foot in the kitchen while she was cooking. They absolutely hated the smell of grease and smoke.

Sienna shook her head violently. "No way, I'm staying right here. It smells way too good!"

True to her word, she refused to leave. She stared at the simmering pot like a starved wolf. "I distinctly remember you not knowing how to cook! That one year... wait, when was it..."

Sienna recalled her father saying that Hulda was the smartest, most inherently gifted person he had ever met. She had skipped straight to her master's degree at a ridiculously young age and had been personally selected by Conrad Atherton as his direct protégé.

While other kids her age were sweating over college entrance exams, she was already embedded in a top-tier research institute.

Back then, she was always busy. She had endless projects and studies, leaving absolutely zero time to mess around in a kitchen. Sometimes, she didn't even have time to eat.

Yet here she was, effortlessly cooking breakfast.

Hulda's hand froze on the spatula. The steam rising from the pot washed over her face, hiding the sudden mist in her eyes.

What did I go through?

The topic was far too heavy. She couldn't bring herself to explain it to the young girl. Honestly, she wouldn't even know where to begin.