Chapter Eighty Five: Finding Roots

Isabella's POV

"Hello, Aiden? What's wrong? Wait what? So you called me to tell me that you don't know where the eggs are? Come on, you should know they're always kept in the refrigerator." I couldn't believe this man. He had grown so attached to me that he had become dependent on me for everything.

"You want me to walk you through cooking an egg? Okay. So do you want to fry or boil it? To fry, you place your pan on the fire, add a bit of oil and you crack it open into the pan. If you want sunny side up, when the underside of your egg is ready, you just get it out of the pan and into your plate and if you don't want it that way, go ahead to flip it once the side of the egg on the pan is ready." I rolled my eyes and wondered how it got this bad.

"What? You need me to walk you through toasting bread as well?" I looked at Claire and her mum and asked them to give me a little more time.

"Okay Aiden, listen up. I was in a meeting before you called me and so immediately I tell you this, an