Chapter 85

Stella believed Genevieve, in particular, would certainly be exasperated and would make a fool out of herself in front of Tristan. Genevieve turned around with two bowls in her hands. She didn't seem to have noticed anything. Her hand paused for a moment as she served the oatmeal. It still looked smooth and creamy, but the steam rising from it carried a subtle hint of saltiness. It could fool her eyes, but it couldn't fool her nose. It was a childish trick, but Genevieve didn't plan to expose Stella. Some lessons needed to be learned so one would remember them. After Genevieve served two big bowls of oatmeal, she took out a bowl bigger than those two and filled more than half of it. She then pushed the bowl to Stella and put on a gentle smile. "I noticed that you didn't eat much yesterday, little princess. You must have a good appetite today, then. Come. Have more. You're still growing now, after all." The smug smile on Stella's face stiffened in an instant. This wasn't how th