Can't Win Me Back (Isabella and Nathan) novel Chapter 159

Victoria and Nathan came home, which made Master Moore and Madam Moore very happy. Madam Moore even tidied up Master Moore, who was paralyzed in bed, and made him look lively. She sat him in a wheelchair and pushed him down to the downstairs hall.

Master Moore saw Victoria, with a strange smile on her emaciated face. His muscles had atrophied, making his smile particularly eerie. Victoria saw Master Moore, not with the expected delight, but with a face full of awe.

She even took a step back.

Thea helped translate her inner thoughts. "Oh, Dad, how did you become so ugly now? Even my sister was startled when she saw you."

Master Moore heard Thea's voice and looked at her in horror. "How did you come here?"

Thea sat in the middle of the sofa, which used to be Master Moore's exclusive spot. He always liked to sit here and lecture Thea with a parental air. Thea imitated Master Moore's appearance, crossing her legs and looking at him sideways, saying, "Dad, the doctor said you have serious conditions like high blood pressure, diabetes, and heart disease. If you're not careful, you could be in grave danger. Your daughter is afraid that she won't be able to fulfill her filial duty to you, so she specially moved back to accompany you."

Master Moore's face was filled with a look of terror.

He had a flashback of being bullied by the prison's elder brother when he was in prison. That elder brother had personally told him that Thea had specifically instructed him to take care of him.

He took care of him until he became completely paralyzed.

Thea was a devil.

"I don't want you to see me off, you better leave right away," Master Moore roared excitedly.

Thea said calmly, "I am not leaving. This family owes me so much, and if they don't repay what they owe me, then I cannot leave."

Victoria's face turned as pale as paper.

Master Moore shouted in frustration, "What does this family owe you?"

"That was more."

Master Moore realized something, his face turning bright red.

Master Moore instructed Madam Moore, "Just pretend she doesn't exist, don't cook for her. Let her fend for herself."

Thea couldn't help but laugh out loud and said, "I have been independent since I was young, I don't need anyone to serve me. It's you guys, either paralyzed or useless, who can serve whom?"

Master Moore was so angry that he couldn't breathe properly.

After Thea finished speaking, she walked into the kitchen. She made herself a bowl of pasta and carefully selected the ingredients from the refrigerator, including seafood and eggs. She made a sauce and poured it over the bowl of pasta, making it look incredibly appetizing.

However, Victoria and the others were looking at me, and I was looking at them.

Master Moore was paralyzed and, therefore, unable to do household chores.

Madam Moore was partially paralyzed, although she could move around in a wheelchair. However, she had always been spoiled by Thea and her skills had become rusty. It was quite difficult for her to cook for the whole family.

Victoria was delicate and lazy, and she had never cooked before.

Nathan was even more of a lazy second-generation rich, afraid that he couldn't even distinguish between soy sauce, vinegar, and tea in the kitchen.

In the end, Master Moore made the final decision. "Child's mother, you go cook."

Madam Moore hesitated for a moment, her eyes revealing a hint of grievance and resistance.

Without anyone to support her, she had to come to the kitchen alone.

Thea saw her and smirked, "Back then, I served you like an empress dowager, never letting your hands touch a drop of oil. But now, after leaving me, you are even worse off than a servant. You can't even move properly, let alone eat the food cooked by your beloved daughter."

Although Madam Moore's face did not show it, she still felt a significant emotional difference inside.

"Victoria, she wasn't feeling well..." she defended her.

Thea, with her inquisitive mind, had joined this family with the intention of scrutinizing them. It was impossible for her to allow herself to pass through their mockery ambiguously.

She continued to gossip, "Is she not feeling well? Just like me, we both rely on a healthy kidney to live. But while I work hard to start my own business, she spends her days doing nothing, flaunting her status as the wife of a wealthy man. She has the energy to show off, but not the energy to cook a meal for her own parents?"

In my opinion, she was willing to tire her parents out, but unwilling to tire herself out.

Thea successfully executed her plan of sowing discord and left the kitchen carrying a bowl as big as a basin.

When Madam Moore emerged from her melancholic state, she opened the refrigerator and realized that there were only a few ingredients left.

Madam Moore regained consciousness and wanted to scold Thea, but Thea was nowhere to be found.