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Harvey’s once handsome face darkened, and his furrowed brows cast a shadow over his expression.
“Have the maids cook it for you!”
His son was being completely unreasonable.
Beau’s sudden change in attitude toward Elara was one thing, but why was he the one being tormented by it? Harvey had no patience to waste on such matters.
“I want Mommy’s soup! She has to make it herself! Wah!” Bean walled stubbornly over the phone.
His whimpering sent piercing stabs through Harvey’s ears, like thousands of tiny needles jabbing at his eardrums. “Then how about I chop off her hands and use them to cook it for you?” he snapped in frustration.
Beau’s face turned pale with fright. “Daddy! How can you say that? I want Mommy…”
“Don’t let me hear you say the word “Mommy‘ again!”
Harvey ended the call without hesitation. His chest heaved violently, and each breath he took felt like it was tearing at his heart.
His blood boiled in the heat of his rage, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged like writhing serpents beneath his skin that were ready to burst.
He refused to believe Elara had treated him so dismissively throughout their marriage. What he had seen had to be a coincidence.
What about the Scotch eggs?
Those complicated, labor–intensive Scotch eggs–Elara had always made them by hand for him, hadn’t she?
Harvey pulled up the kitchen surveillance footage from earlier this year, searching for when Elara had prepared Scotch eggs for him and the children
There, he saw her meticulously going through every step of the process on the screen.
Leaning back in his chair, Harvey let out a slow breath, relief washing over him. A smirk even tugged at the corners of his lips.
But suddenly, he leaned forward again as his eyes narrowed at the screen.
Something was off. Elara had only prepared two portions of Scotch eggs.
If she was making them for him, Beau, and Merida, then there should have been three. Harvey then watched as, near the end of the preparation, Elara opened the freezer and pulled out a container.
She tore off the packaging, revealing pre–fried Scotch eggs. Then, she placed that portion into the air fryer.
A short while later, all three servings were ready.
Harvey recognized that the Scotch eggs with more side dishes were meant for him. And that particular Scotch egg -the one that had been taken from the freezer and reheated–was his.
He froze. There was no way. Even the Scotch eggs were pre–made?
But even if they were pre–made, surely Elara had prepared them herself in advance, right? Harvey took a screenshot of the Scotch eggs‘ packaging from the surveillance footage and searched for it on an online
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marketplace.
He quickly found an identical package sold by a pre–made meal store. His hands pressed against his forehead as his wide eyes filled with disbelief.
Had Elara been feeding him pre–made meals all these years?
Harvey combed through more kitchen footage, looking for clips of Elara preparing his lunch boxes.
The maids had told him she woke up early and stayed up late to make them with love. Even when he frequently threw them away upon arrival at Fisher Corp, Elara had supposedly persisted in making them.
But after reviewing the footage, he realized the truth. Only in the first year had she actually made those lunches herself. After that, she never prepared another one in the kitchen.
Every day, she locked herself inside her room, forbidding the maids from entering. Instead, she sat in there reading books, researching on her iPad, and browsing academic papers.
When it was about time, she would leave the kitchen, carrying an empty lunch box.
Yet the lunches she brought to Fisher Corp were always packed full. Did she just buy takeout and transfer it into the lunch box before delivering it to him?
Harvey suddenly remembered something else–two years ago, Elara had given him a handmade scarf.
