It's time to start preparing dinner, and John Fame was soon to return. She shouldn't be here causing chaos and venting anger anymore.
She washed her hands, looking at the mess she'd made on the kitchen counter. She felt a bit embarrassed and apologized to the pastry chef, "Sorry about that, I have caused you a nuisance."
"It's no problem, Madam."
Lissy Lock was aware of her problem. Her focus wasn't on making pastries at all.
When she was kneading the dough, breaking the eggs, squeezing the juice, she imagined them to be John, mercilessly tormented them, venting her anger on them.
It would be strange if food prepared with resentment like this could be eaten.
However, Lissy felt a little bit better, not as upset as she was in the morning.
She needed to vent somehow, or else she would be endlessly sad and upset.
Things were different now, she was expecting a baby. Her emotions directly influenced the child inside her.
