Alex looked around the room, his face calm but firm.
“I didn’t say it to insult anyone,” he said. “But you should not insult my wife either. If she’s too weak to cook today, then she’ll cook tomorrow.”
Mr. Haron slammed his hand on the table again. His voice was cold.
“As the head of this family, I have the power to decide. And I say Kate should cook now.”
Alex clenched his fists. He knew this was going too far for just mere cooking, and he wasn't ready to let Kate do it.. Before he could speak, Kate weakly raised her hand.
“Don’t worry, Alex… I’ll cook,” she whispered.
But Alex shook his head stubbornly. His eyes burned with defiance.
“If you all insist on someone cooking tonight, then I will cook.”
The room froze for a moment—then everyone burst into laughter.
“You?” Mr. Ivan sn
