Ingrid's POV
When I wake up, it's already late in the afternoon. I took a quick shower and rushed downstairs. The maids were surprised to see me. "Let me take care of our meal. Just help me slice the ingredients," I remarked.
They are all looking at each other. "It's okay, ma'am. We can take care of the meal," they said.
"First of all, I want to cook. Let me whenever I wish to. Second, I'm not a teacher; don't call me ma'am. Lastly, my name is Ingrid. Just call me by my name. Come on. Let's start."
They are staring at me when I start grabbing the things I need, like a pot and ingredients, from the pantry. Isaac was wounded. He needs warm meals that will help him to recover faster.
Mom always cooks me meals that will help me to recover from my fever or colds. They just assisted me,
