Chapter 15

Steve looked at me with displeasure. "Dorothy is still so young. What does she even understand? Are you really going to take a child's words to heart?" Not only did he fail to correct Dorothy's rotten behavior, but he even pulled her back onto his lap and personally fed her. Isabel smiled and said gently, "Dorothy's been watching too many period dramas lately. Don't take it to heart. Oh, right. The Gold Osetra caviar Steve bought at the auction the other day was exceptionally good, so I saved some for you. I'll have Maria bring it to you later." I flashed an equally polite smile back at her and said, "No thanks. I'm not used to secondhand things, unlike you. You're not picky." With that, I picked up my things and went back to my room. If I wanted to eat well, I'd better cook my own meals. Before long, I made myself a plate of spaghetti Bolognese. I added an egg and some ham, and it tasted pretty good. After I finished eating, my thoughts drifted back to what Hillary had told me