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Chapter 37

Sarah stood over the $2000 stove, not sure where to begin. She was going to kill Chelsea with her bare hands. The useless girl was supposed to be on her side, but she had a big shovel and was busy digging her grave.

Aron walked into the kitchen, "Miss, it is almost 10 a.m, Sir Ezra is very particular with time," he said.

Sarah raised her eyes at him; if it were not for his age, she would have cursed him. It was always Sir Ezra this and Sir Ezra that.

She ignored him and walked to the fridge, which was now full to capacity. She gritted her teeth in irritation. All the food was like a loan, tying her to Ezra's wrath.

"Maybe I can assist with what Sir Ezra likes," Aron offered.

"Blueberry pancakes with bacon and eggs," Sarah said, turning to the cupboards. "Or has his taste changed?" she inquired.

"He now prefers French toast with poached eggs," Aron replied.

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Since this is my house, he is going to eat his favourite childhood breakfast," she replied.

Aron cleared h
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