Chapter 141

Mihir's POV

I went out to look for her and found her helping the chef in cooking, having tears in her eyes as she chopped onions. It twisted something inside me to see her like this, working so hard, obviously upset. She was too kind, too good to be doing this after how I have been treating her.

"Tami, why are you doing this? Stop it, the chef will handle it," I said, trying to mask my concern. The chef looked relieved when I stepped in, probably fearing my temper.

Tami’s response was calm but determined. She defended him immediately and said that she had to take care of the three pregnant women.

I could see the stubbornness in her eyes. Her dedication was admirable, but it also made me feel guilty. Here she was, taking care of everyone, while I was drowning in my bitterness and behaving rudely. Her eyes were red from the onions, or maybe from crying, and I couldn't stand to see her like that.

I tried to convince her to come with me but she told me to have lemonade and get ready.

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