Mrs. Miller hated Ryke the most but in the face of the situation, she still had to pretend. She stood next to him and offered another one of her fake smile :
« It’s okay if your father can’t eat the food...But you can, if you want. I see you’re working very hard to take care of your old man. My chicken soup will fill you with energy... »
« No, thank you. You can give it to my brothers when they show up. »
It was getting harder and harder for Mrs. Miller to remain kind and polite when Ryke wasn’t doing any effort on his side.
« I see you’re just as mean to me, Ryke. » She complained. « I’m trying to have a good relationship with you. »
« And why should we have that ? You’re only my father’s mistress, dear. I don’t need to have a relationship with you. »
Ryke punctuated t
