When the female employee saw Patricia, she latched onto her arm like a drowning woman grabbing onto a lifebuoy, âMs. Howard, youâre just in time! Mr. Howard just canned me for no apparent reason.
You have to stick up for me!â
Patricia disgustedly brushed her off as if she had just been touched by something revolting, âBack off!
Who says I have to vouch for you?â
The female employee was taken aback, wearing an expression of disbelief on her face, âMs. Howard, didnât you say you had high hopes for me? You even asked me to spy on Ellinor for you at the company. You saidâ¦â
Patricia, feeling annoyed by her presence, gave her a shove, âYou really took my words for it? Look at yourself! Youâre so full of yourself!â
The female employee fell to the ground, stunned and desolate. She had been fired by Mr. Howard and was now ignored by Ms. Howard.
How could this happen? The Ms. Howard she remembered was the kindest and most gentle person.
She wasnât cold-hearted like this.
In the cafeteria of the Howard Group.
The bustling cafeteria fell into silence at the arrival of the CEO. No one dared to speak; only the quiet sounds of people eating could be heard. Balfour picked out all the carrots from the dishes and pushed them towards Ellinor, âYou can eat now, Ellinor. Eat up.â
Ellinor looked at the dishes with the carrots picked out, frowned, and then looked up at Balfour, âMr.
Howard, I actually like carrots a lot. Whatâs the deal with you removing my favorite food?â
Balfour was taken aback, âYou like carrots now? I remember you hated them when you were little.â
Ellinorâs gaze was cold, âPeople change. I donât remember my childhood tastes. Moreover, I donât like you calling yourself âmy brotherâ in front of me.â
Balfour replied helplessly, âOkay, I wonât call myself that anymore. Since you like carrots now, Iâll go get some more for you.â
As he spoke, Balfour began to rise to get her some more food.
Ellinor stopped him. âNo need. Donât waste food.â
She pulled the plate Balfour was using to hold the picked-out carrots towards herself, then picked up her utensils and began to eat.
Balfour, already halfway out of his chair, sat back down helplessly, watching her eat the picked-out carrots with a heart that felt like it was being pricked with needles.
Normally, people didnât easily accept food they dislike.
She used to hate carrots as a child, but now she liked them. It must have been because of the circumstances of her childhood.
If she didnât eat carrots, there would be no other food to eat.
And that was indeed the case.
Ellinor was sent by the Mendoza family to a convent in the countryside, where she lived a peaceful life, but there was no choice in food.
In the convent, they ate simple food every day. Whatever was cheap was what they ate more of; picky eating was not allowed.
There, carrots were considered decent food.
Balfour frowned. His eyes were full of pity, and he rose again, âEllinor, donât eat that. You donât have to worry about wasting food now; Iâll get you some more.â
Ellinor stopped him with a serious face, âNo need. Mr. Howard, donât bother. This is fine!â
Ellinor made Balfour feel heartbroken and helpless.