Chapter 224

"D-Drew?" Erica turned to Drew, who was looking at her with a cold glare.

"Erica was just helping me prepare lunch, not trying to show off," Irene explained, glancing at Erica with pity.

"What can she do? She's probably afraid of ruining her hands if she works in the kitchen," Drew grumbled again.

"Excuse me, I've lived abroad for years, on my own in an apartment, without any housekeepers. I did everything myself. So please, don't always underestimate me!" Erica spoke in a calm tone, trying to keep her composure. She was nearly provoked.

"Living abroad and living here, yeah, that's different!" Drew retorted, refusing to back down.

Erica decided to remain silent after Irene signaled her not to respond anymore.

"Would you like to eat now?" Irene asked as she placed the last dish she had cooked that day on the table.

"Yes, of course. We need to talk about something important afterward," Drew said before heading off to her room to call her husband.

"Freddy!" Drew rushed into the ro