Marcia came to clear up the table afterward. When she saw that a substantial amount of the food was left, she frowned worriedly.

Her heart sank after she noticed that the food on Bennett's plate had barely been touched and the side dishes looked just Like they were when she served him.

Claudia held her protruding belly as she walked to the living room and sat down. Marcia came over with a platter of sliced watermelon and grapes. "Mrs. Dreskin, I couldn't help but notice that Mr. Dreskin had so little to eat. Doesn't he like my cooking?"

The fork with a watermelon in Claudia's hand shook. With a sad look, she said to Marcia. "It's my fault. I quarreled with him this morning. To get back at him, I made you cook his least favorite foods."

Her ears went red as she lied.