Reclaiming What Was Meant to Be Mine

Chapter 10 Too Dirty

Chapter 10 Too Dirty

Did she remember her biological daughter when she picked up food for Linda?

Did she remember that her biological daughter was new to this place and felt unfamiliar with everything when she arranged food for Linda?

Had she ever thought about whether her biological daughter would like the food here or adapt to the new home?

No!

She had never even considered it.

Perhaps in their eyes, Roslin's being able to come back to this family meant that she was enjoying herself. Why would there be anything she didn't like, wasn't happy about, or couldn't adapt to?

Linda glanced at Roslin across the table and turned to Lucinda. "Mom, don't always pick food for me. You should eat more."

With that, Linda picked up a piece of sashimi and placed it in Roslin's bowl. "Roslin, try this. It's delicious."

Roslin looked at the sashimi in her bowl.

Was this sashimi?

No, it was a declaration of war, telling Roslin that although she was Lucinda's biological daughter, it was useless. Lucinda didn't care about her.

Lucinda only picked food for Linda, but not for Roslin.

"Clank." Roslin put down her fork.

The three people at the table looked up at her in surprise. John frowned and was somewhat displeased by the noise she made.

Lucinda looked at her with confusion.

But Linda was delighted in her heart.

She wished that Roslin could make a fuss. The more unreasonable Roslin was, the less their parents would like Roslin.

"Mary, bring me a clean bowl."

Roslin took the new bowl from Mary and placed the previous one aside. Under the gaze of the three people, she ate slowly and gently.

Lucinda frowned in displeasure. "Rosy, what are you doing?"

"It's too dirty," Roslin replied flatly.

Linda was overjoyed in her heart, but her face showed a sad expression, pitifully lowering her head.

With a loud "clank", John put down his fork heavily.

"Roslin, where are your manners?"

The atmosphere at the dining table instantly became intense. The servants serving them were too scared to make a sound. However, Roslin, as the person involved, calmly swallowed the food in her mouth, picked up a napkin, and elegantly wiped her mouth.

She looked up at John, her expression calm, seemingly oblivious to his boiling anger. She said unhurriedly, "Although sashimi has high nutritional value, it also has millions of bacteria breeding on it."

"Do you know that the bacteria on it will increase by billions every minute? How much time does it take from killing the fish to bringing it to the table? And how many bacteria have grown during that time?"

"I said it was dirty. Was I wrong?" Roslin's cold eyes fearlessly stared at John's.

John realized he had misunderstood her and coughed awkwardly, but he had no intention of apologizing to Roslin.

He wanted to pretend that nothing had happened, but Roslin wouldn't let him.

She leaned her chin on her hands and said with a smile, "I came out of the orphanage at the age of five, fought with dogs for food, fought with other beggars for shelter, and begged for money from people. In my life for more than ten years, I only learned one thing, which is how to survive."

"What is manner? Is it something that can be exchanged for food or drink, or something that can give me a life of ease and comfort? If it can, I will have good manners."

The dining room fell silent.

The more nonchalant Roslin appeared, the more people could feel the bitterness and sorrow hidden behind her light words. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Mary and the others looked at her with pity, but at the same time, they were worried that she would make Mr. Smith unhappy.