Chapter 95

Wynnie was sitting in the living room. She was still dressed in a suit, which told me that she probably hadn't been home for long. I was planning to turn a blind eye and wait for her to go into her study before getting my water, but I ended up hearing her yelling at Barbara. "Your cooking didn't taste like this before. Why is it so bad now? I don't pay you so that you can sit around and do whatever you want!" Barbara had been our housekeeper since Wynnie and I got married. She was the one who cleaned the house and did other simple tasks like preparing breakfast and other chores. I was pretty close to Barbara and couldn't bear to see Wynnie yelling at her. Barbara knew Wynnie well enough, so she wouldn't make anything that Wynnie hated, even though I was the one who was usually in charge of preparing Wynnie's meals. I went downstairs and patted Wynnie on the shoulder with a smile. "There's no need to get angry. If you didn't like what Barbara had made, then you could have just ca