I Quit Being a Stepmother (Cypress Gem) novel Chapter 592

Keaton hurriedly spoke up. "Mrs. Burton, just buying the whole chicken took over half an hour. Then they prepped it and the other ingredients. By the time it went into the pot, an hour had already passed. It's only been cooking for about 40 minutes. There's no way the soup is ready, and drinking it could make you sick."

He made sure to explain everything to Kate clearly.

Kate instinctively shot back, "Are you implying I can't cook?"

"I…" Keaton froze.

Since she could cook, didn't she understand that the chicken soup couldn't possibly be done in such a short time?

"You people have zero ability to read the mind of your employer. You're only ever going to be maids," Kate said, letting out her frustration.

Taryn, who hadn't left yet, spun around sharply. "Read your mind? You made Mr. Burton angry, and now you're trying to use the chicken soup we made to make up for it. Where's the sincerity in that?"

The commotion caught Sawyer's attention in the study.

"Mr. Burton," Keaton called when he spotted him from a distance.

The maids went silent, pressing their lips together.

Kate turned to Sawyer, her eyes full of hurt. "Sawyer, how did this house turn into this in just a few days?"

Sawyer stopped in his tracks.

He was fully sober now, and he carried a faint air of laziness. His gaze swept over everyone in the room.

He said to Taryn, "It's late. Go get some rest."

She blinked in surprise, taken aback by the unexpected kindness. "Thank you, Mr. Burton."

"You all should go rest as well."

"Yes, sir."

The household staff returned to their rooms one by one, leaving only Sawyer and Kate.

Kate explained quietly, "You had been drinking, so I thought some chicken soup might help. But maybe it's too late. They're not exactly happy about it…"

He needed to see Kate lose her mind and become completely unhinged. Only then could he feel even a fraction of the relief for all the suffering Sylvia had endured over the years.

"Go," Sawyer said, pointing to the kitchen. "Keep an eye on that soup, and bring it to me when it's ready."

He settled into the couch, looking like he was determined to enjoy his chicken soup at any cost.

Kate clenched her fists. "If you don't care, then forget it."

She turned to head back to the bedroom.

"Stop right there." Sawyer's cold voice cut through the air.

Kate's chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as she turned back to him.

"Did I tell you to leave?" he demanded. "Did you not hear me? Or do you just not understand?"

Tears suddenly streamed down Kate's face.