When Victoria gathered the courage to ask this question, her eyes were once again blurred by tears.
Although Nathan Malcolm couldn't understand Chinese, he was a bit puzzled when Victoria spoke. He looked at Victoria skeptically and then turned his gaze to Dylan Otto.
Despite Victoria's uneasiness, Dylan seemed to not hear what she said. He abruptly spun his wheelchair and slid back towards the room.
Shawn Clegg!
Victoria almost yelled it out.
But the words got stuck in her throat, and she swallowed them back down.
It was evident that Anna Hughes's cooking skills were not particularly great. A simple steak took her most of the day to make, and it came out both burned and salty.
"I'm sorry, I don't usually cook." Anna Hughes was quite aware of her shortcomings.
"What do you normally eat, then?" Victoria wasn't concerned about what Anna Hughes was eating; all she cared about was what Shawn Clegg ate daily.
