At the Daxon residence, the atmosphere was completely chaotic. Claudia stood in the dining room, her face flushed red. The floor was covered with broken plates and scattered leftovers. Ghani sat in the middle of the room, crying loudly while stomping his feet.

“Enough, Ghani!” Claudia snapped in frustration. “Stop crying like a baby! What do you actually want?”

Ghani sobbed, his face red with anger. “I want that ugly woman’s cooking! I don’t want to eat food made by this maid! Everything tastes awful!”

Claudia stared at the child in disbelief. “Do you even realize what you’re saying? That ugly woman is gone, Ghani! She’s not coming back to...