Chapter 277 Who Would Win

"You can cook it for anyone!"

Violet turned her face away. She still remembered Carl's first omelet. It was the worst dish in the world, and in no way was she eating that again.

"I only cook for you," Carl replied stubbornly. He held Whitney with one arm and reached out the other, forcefully pulling Violet into his embrace.

"Come on, it's time to make omelets for Whitney and my dear Vi." Carl chuckled happily.

Mick trailed behind as he watched as Carl held Whitney in his arms. Whitney smiled happily, and Mick smiled, too.

He would give Whitney all the happiness she wanted, no matter at present or in the future.

Nathaniel walked closely alongside Mick.

He had been gripping his fists hard with hatred from the moment Carl bent down and kissed Violet. He was oblivious to his fingernails digging into his palm, blood dripping on the floor.

If not for Kiera noticing him early, he was still staring blankly in the direction where Violet and the others had left. She took her first aid ki