Bradley's poor appetite, which resulted from inhaling excessive smoke during the fire seven years ago, had been a concern lately.
Suddenly, Freya had an idea to personally cook for him, gradually adjusting his taste in food.
"Rosa, can I take over cooking duties tonight?" Freya blinked and asked with hopeful eyes.
Rosa was taken aback by the request, looking at Freya in surprise. "Mrs. Austin, Mr. Austin has forbidden you to enter the kitchen in the future."
Freya scratched her foot with a shard of porcelain that she broke when she dropped a bowl on the floor the other day. She only noticed her injury after Bradley reminded her.
"But I really want to cook for Mr. Austin!" Freya pleaded with sincerity, pouting slightly.
Freya thought Bradley was pitiable, even with his family bullying
