“It likes to poop into the breakfast bowl,” Charlotte chuckled tensely.

“Well, we’ll have to make the bird into stew then,” Zachary replied nonchalantly.

“What?” Charlotte spluttered. “No way! It’s my family.”

“Silly.” Zachary rolled his eyes at her. “Come over and have your breakfast.”

Charlotte walked over to the table; her eyes lit up when she saw the sumptuous meal.

Meanwhile, her stomach growled, reminding her that she had not eaten anything for the entire day yesterday.

When she sat down, Zachary handed her a set of cutlery before he settled himself down on a chair to watch her eat.

Charlotte was a lady born with a silver spoon....