183: The Grim Revelation

Laird’s POV I looked at the esteemed Mr. Golden sitting on the sofa across from me, his hands continuously shoving cookies into his mouth. Was he not afraid of diabetes? The man looked like someone who hadn’t eaten anything for a week. “How about I cook spaghetti for you, sir?” Sharon blushed as she looked at Prosecutor Golden with a special offer. “I want some too!” Matthew raised his hand eagerly. “You’ve already eaten. Stop raiding the food in this house.” I gave Matthew’s arm a light smack. “Uh, I don’t mean to be rude, but I love all of Mrs. Sharon’s cooking. I wonder why I haven’t visited her more often.” Jessy giggled. “Don’t tell me you all have been living here like parasites for a week,” Prosecutor Golden scoffed. “Watch your mouth, sir! We’re not living here for free!” Matthew exclaimed, pointing at Golden’s face. “Yeah. We help washing dishes, cleaning the house, and going grocery shopping,” Jessy said, frowning and offering his defense in a low voice. It seemed he had just