At the Daxon residence.

“I DON’T WANT THIS!” Ghani shouted loudly, pushing the plate onto the floor. Spoons and glasses scattered along with it. The five servants present exchanged panicked looks.

“Young Master, please calm down—” one of the servants tried to soothe him.

“I said I don’t want it! I want that ugly woman’s cooking! Tell her to come here and cook for me right now!” Ghani stomped his foot.

Claudia, who had just come downstairs in her casual dress, immediately let out an annoyed huff. “Ghani, calm down, okay? Didn’t you yourself ask for that ugly woman to leave? Now she’s gone.”

But the boy only grew more...