Nine

The next morning, Sylvia walked out of the room.

As Sylvia entered the living room, warmth and light enveloped her. The air was alive with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods.

At the table, Delinda expertly served breakfast, the clinking of silverware and gentle hum of conversation creating a cozy atmosphere.

But Sylvia's gaze froze, stunned by the unexpected scene before her.

Sylvia's cheeks flushed as she watched Delinda expertly serve the meal, her mind racing with the realization that she had never been asked to cook since her arrival.

So seeing Stephan mom cooking now.

It made her feel like she does not know her duty as his wife. And it might make it look very suspicious.

Sylvia lingered on the staircase, lost in thought.

Delinda's gaze drifted upward, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in Sylvia's contemplative expression.

“Sylvia” Delinda called with a smile on her face.

Sylvia snapped out of her thoughts and looked at her. “Good morning Aunty” Sylvia s