Chapter 30

"Pet? I had risked my life to save him, and now he's calling me a pet?" Melanie thought, frowning. Even her patience had its limits. She slammed her cutlery on the table and snapped, "Then why don't you find yourself a cat or dog to take care of you? I'm done looking after you, Mr. Quinton." Derrick's expression darkened. "Are you mocking me?" He couldn't believe that she would dare to talk back to him. Meanwhile, Wilson was struggling to hold back his laughter. His expression was a mess of amusement. Melanie let out a dry chuckle. "I'm just a pet, remember? How would I dare to mock you, Mr. Quinton?" She had no intention of picking out the fish bones or serving him. She simply stared at him innocently. "Why don't you buy yourself a pet and let it feed you and wash you from now on?" She rolled her eyes, picked up her cutlery, and started eating. She was hungry and couldn't care less about Derrick's expression. The tension at the table intensified, but Melanie turned a blind