The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 273

Chapter 273 The Sandwiches

Mia’s POV

I walked over holding the two sandwiches I had packed.

My hands were steady. A six–year–old child should not be sitting hungry while surrounded by food.

The woman looked up as I approached.

“Excuse me,” I said, keeping my voice pleasant. “I couldn’t help but notice that Madison looks hungry, and I have plenty of food for my children. I thought I could share some with her.”

I had a feeling that this woman didn’t truly understand or care about Madison. She was probably just someone Victoria had arranged to be there.

Sure enough, the woman immediately refused.

“Madison is allergic to many foods,” she said curtly, not even looking at what I was offering.

“Mama?” Ethan’s voice came from behind me. “What are you doing?”

“Just talking to Madison’s babysitter,” I said without turning around. “Keep eating your lunch, baby.”

But I wasn’t giving up that easily.

I must admit I’m a very stubborn person. Scarlett commented on me like this many years ago.

I stubbornly liked the jerk Kyle from high school all the way until we got married. Scarlett thought that if someone wasn’t stubborn to the point of madness, they couldn’t do something like that. 1

I agree with Scarlett’s comment.

I’m the same now.

When I believe something is wrong, I don’t let it go.

“Please tell me the main foods she’s allergic to,” I continued, settling down on the grass beside them.

This woman probably didn’t expect me to keep asking. She clearly paused for a moment.

“Many kinds,” she said finally. “It’s… extensive.”

“That must be so difficult for Madison,” I said. “What are your biggest allergens?”

Madison opened her mouth to answer, but the woman quickly intervened.

“Madison isn’t coincidentally allergic to eggs, beef, or cheese, is she?” I asked.

She immediately replied, “No, she is indeed allergic to those foods.”

I held up the sandwich, making sure both Madison and the woman could see it clearly. “That’s great. My sandwich doesn’t contain any of those foods.”

The woman’s face flushed slightly.

She was probably going to say that Madison was allergic to turkey, or wheat, or strawberries.

But I interrupted her before she could dig herself deeper into the lie.

“Why don’t you call Mrs. Victoria?” I suggested sweetly. “This is the sandwich Mr. Thomas insisted on making

for Madison. He was very specific about making sure it would be safe for her to eat.”

She looked at me with those big blue eyes.

A moment later, the woman came over and told Madison she could eat the sandwich.

“Mrs. Whitmore confirmed that Mr. Thomas specifically prepared food for Madison,” she said stiffly. “She said it would be rude to refuse his thoughtfulness.”

She didn’t even ask me what were in the sandwich, which proved that Madison’s allergy was a lie.

If the child truly had severe food allergies, any responsible caregiver would want to know every single ingredient.

I was so angry I couldn’t breathe properly.

But I kept my expression neutral as I handed Madison both sandwiches.

“Uncle Thomas wanted to make sure you had plenty,” I said.

Madison accepted the food with both hands, like she was receiving a precious gift. She looked at the woman for permission one more time, then took a careful bite.

Her eyes closed with obvious pleasure, and she chewed slowly, savoring every morsel.

Then she began eating faster.

Madison quickly finished both sandwiches.

“Slow down, sweetheart,” I said gently. “The food isn’t going anywhere.”

But Madison couldn’t slow down. She devoured every crumb, even picking up the strawberry slices that had fallen onto her napkin.