Chapter 63

"I don't like chicken soup. Didn't Grandma tell you that?" Vincent looked at Kelly. Her heart sank as her expression froze. "N-no." She'd made the soup and brought it over; it had nothing to do with Anna. How would she possibly know that Vincent didn't like chicken soup? His words were enough to expose her lie. She forced a smile and said, "Maybe Grandma got it wrong because her age is getting to her. I'll pour it away if you don't like it." "It'd be a waste to pour this away." Vincent looked at Tiffany. "Do you drink chicken soup, Tiffany?" Tiffany was caught off guard by his question. Kelly gnashed her teeth but kept her smile in place as she said, "Oh, right. If you like it, Tiffany can have it. It'd be a waste to pour it away, after all. I spent a really long time on this." Tiffany wasn't ignorant; she could read the room. She waved her hands and said, "I'm not a fan of chicken soup, either. Thanks for the offer, Mr. Lewis, and Kelly too." "Is that so?" Kelly looked disappoi