Chapter 52

I made up an excuse and left the backyard. Inside the spacious kitchen, Cindy was running around preparing the ingredients. When she saw me, her eyes twinkled as if she had seen her saving grace. "What should I do, Nance? My culinary skills are just mediocre at best." Looking at the chaotic countertops, it was far from mediocrity. It was downright terrible. I quickly tied on an apron. "Let me handle this." While my culinary skills weren't exceptional, making Kate's favorite dishes was like second nature to me. Plus, I had cooked for Bruce countless times during the two years together, so I knew their preferences like the back of my hand. In less than half an hour, I had prepared five dishes and even a pot of soup. It was mushroom soup, one of Bruce's favorites. Kate observed the served dishes, and her stiff expression finally softened. She hadn't realized it was my handiwork. At that moment, I didn't know whether to be relieved or upset. When she was hospitalized due to her h