Chapter 159: Calamity in the Cellar

Panic seized Megan the moment she realized the gravity of the situation. However, the serene sight of her grandmother, carrying a large wooden tray with a steady grace from the kitchen, momentarily eased her fears. Resting on the tray were six cups, each brimming with an aromatic coffee, the rich scents wafting through the air. Every cup featured a distinct pattern and hue, making them uniquely appealing. Caught off guard by the sight, Megan exclaimed, “Grandma, did you make these yourself?” With a prideful chuckle, the elderly lady replied, “Of course, my dear. My coffee was quite the talk of the town back in my day.” Giselle took a sip, and immediately, the robust and sweet fragrance overpowered the coffee’s inherent bitterness, creating a delightful latte experience. As they sampled one cup after another, both women were thoroughly impressed by the old lady’s brewing skills. The coffee seemed to wash away not just the bitterness, but the stress and irritability of the past fe