That morning, the smell of cooking filled the entire mansion. Maria was busy in the kitchen, stirring the warm soup while checking on some side dishes she was frying in the pan. The servants could only stand at the side of the kitchen, looking at her in confusion.

"Madam, let us do the cooking," one of the servants said politely.

Maria smiled, but her hands remained busy stirring the dishes. "No need. I haven't cooked for the family in a long time. Besides, Calvin would love his grandmother's cooking."

Celine who had just come down from the room immediately approached, surprised to see Maria in the kitchen. "Mommy, why are...