Chapter 127

"It's me, Mr. Palmer," said Mikaela outside the door to the master bedroom. Hearing her voice only deepened the confusion in my mind. Since she had moved into the villa, she rarely came upstairs. Why was she suddenly here tonight? I got up and walked towards the master bedroom door, reaching out to open it. Mikaela was standing at the door, holding a tray with a plate of pasta on it. "Mr. Palmer, Ms. Holmes said today is your birthday. She specially asked me to cook this pasta for you, wishing you a happy birthday and a year free from misfortune." Sophia had asked Mikaela to cook pasta for me? When had she done that? After snapping out of my thoughts, my face darkened. "Mikaela, I'm not hungry. Please take it back and throw it away." In our country, the pasta cooked during a birthday was a wish for no misfortune—an excellent blessing, though I knew it would never come true for me. Sophia probably wouldn't want me to be free of misfortune, either. Mikaela stood still for a momen