They say the man who runs Aethelgard's most prestigious family is cold as ice and totally not into women, but here he is, cleaning up at home.
Vera Warner could hardly believe her eyes; she hurriedly rubbed them hard.
This Victor Morgan doesn't look like Victor Morgan, but the two little troublemakers next to him are definitely the real deal.
Especially Chloe Warner, who flashed her two neat rows of pearly teeth and chirped brightly, "Mommy, look how hardworking Dad is! I found you a diligent husband, are you moved?"
Vera nearly rushed forward to twist her ear, snapping back angrily, "Don't call him that! I have zero marriage karma with a guy like him, as if someone like him would ever fancy a scheming woman like me."
The two of them had just exchanged some nasty words a couple days ago, so in a way, they're still enemies.
Of course, what pissed Vera off even more was the pile of trash, broken glass, and the flowers she bought earlier—all now scattered across the floor.
