Chapter 283

Chapter 283

The people working in Roland’s willia knew who she was. When the cooks saw her alone by the door, they couldn’t help but ask, “Young madam, are you okay?”

Larissa smiled and reassured them. “Tim fine. I just feel tired from standing all day.”

There weren’t any chairs in the kitchen, and everyone was busy. No one had the time to bring over a chair. Even so, Larissa wouldn’t let

them do it.

madam

After half an hour, someone called out to her. “Young madam, the pie is ready?

Larissa quickly got up to check the oven and saw that it was perfectly baked. She removed it from the oven with utmost care and brought it to the main house.

The dining table stood prominently in the center of the main house, and the cooks placed the dishes on the table. The people in the living room were already there. Roland occupied the central seat while the others found their places accordingly. As Larissa entered, she noticed the joyous atmosphere, with everyone happily indulging in drinks and food. They didn’t wait for her to start.

When Larissa thought of that, she felt even more upset. She stopped herself from crying and showed a gracious smile. “The pie is ready.”

she announced.

Larissa placed the pie in front of Roland before cutting it and distributing portions onto everyone’s plate.

After that, she sat beside Kevan.

“Thank you.” Roland smiled at her. However, his smile seemed distant, unlike how friendly he had been earlier. Kevan didn’t show any

expression. He instructed the maid to give her a set of cutlery before falling silent.

*Sorry, Larissa. We didn’t wait for you even though you’ve been busy in the kitchen.” In the end, the only person who showed concern for

her was Edmund.

*I wanted to call you, but Kevan said it was fine —

“It’s fine.” Since they were outside, Larissa didn’t want to make a fuss.

Kevan coldly added, “The weather is cold. Grandpa has to eat while it’s hot. Otherwise, it won’t be good for his body.”

Larissa continued to nod. Then, Ruby asked, “Ms. Seymour, are you angry?”

“No.” Larissa looked up and met her gaze. Then, she smiled and said, “Everyone is here to visit Grandpa, and of course, we have to prioritize Grandpa’s needs. Besides, I wanted Grandpa to be happy, which is why I put in so much effort to make this pie.”

Roland praised her, saying, “Lari, you’re very considerate.”

However, Larissa felt that his tone and emotions seemed overly polite. She couldn’t sense the sincerity behind his words. She was clueless about the sudden change in Roland’s attitude, which had occurred within a matter of few hours. The situation of being excluded

left her feeling uneasy.

Larissa tightly held her cutlery and forced out, “I’m glad you like it.”

To which Roland replied, “I like it a lot.”

But he never once took a bite of the pie. Once dinner concluded, Larissa looked at the almost untouched pie and felt a mix of emotions.