Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 826

"Who said that?" Della exclaimed, her frustration evident. "I'm perfectly capable of managing the household and kitchen tasks.

"It's just… I'm not used to handling live animals. Back at my family home, the housekeepers always took care of the farming chores…"

"And what then? Do you expect me to do it for you now?" Ambrose snapped, folding his arms indignantly.

Though his words might have sounded like an offer, his expression made it clear he was anything but willing.

Feeling cornered, Della grudgingly gathered the chickens and ducks from the floor and dragged them into the kitchen.

Two hours later, after placing the final pot of stew on the stove to simmer, Della let out a sigh of relief.

She couldn't help but admire the six dishes on the counter, each a delightful feast for the senses. Della was certain that praise would soon follow.

Without delay, she plated two of the dishes and made her way to the living room to serve them.

Just as the dishes were set out, Chandler arrived home.

Della's face lit up when she saw him. "Mr. Chandler, you're back! Dinner will be ready soon!" she called out.

Chandler walked through the door with a stoic expression. As his eyes scanned the dishes on the table, his brow furrowed in disapproval. He then looked up at Della and asked coldly, "Who told you to cook?"

"Pardon?" Della asked, surprised by his reaction.

Trying to keep her composure, she explained, "No one instructed me to. I decided to cook on my own. Since I'm staying here, I thought it would be fair to contribute something in return.

"I also figured it might be more convenient for you if I prepared some food. That way, you wouldn't have to make the trip to Helen's place for every meal."

"Did you check with the housekeeper before you started cooking?" Chandler asked sternly.

Della frowned, still not grasping his point.

"I don't like the smell of cooking oil in the house," Chandler said sharply before turning on his heel and walking away.

Della was completely stunned, standing frozen in place. It suddenly hit her—her efforts had not only gone unappreciated, but she had also unwittingly broken one of Chandler's rules.

"Fine," Ambrose relented, at last holding his tongue. Meanwhile, Della stood off to the side, uncertain whether to leave or stay.

Shawn couldn't help but chuckle softly, muttering under his breath, "Wimp."

"What did you just say—" Ambrose's gaze darkened, his eyes delivering a warning.

Shawn raised an eyebrow and shook his head teasingly, provoking him to take action.

Ambrose clenched his fists in frustration. If Helen hadn't been there, he would have eagerly challenged Shawn to a fight.

Suddenly, a group of people entered through the door.

With precise coordination, they arranged themselves into two orderly lines, each person tightly gripping a gift box.

As they passed Della, they repositioned into a single line and simultaneously displayed the boxes they carried.