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Confrontation

Percival's face darkened when he heard Eulalia's sarcastic remarks about Evadne. He ordered, "You seem to be in high spirits, clearly not needing anyone to take care of you. Go and make some new dishes."

His words were strange, as if cooking for him was her greatest honor.

"Who's taking care of whom? I cleaned the rooms, bought and cooked the food. This is my house!" Eulalia's chest was burning with anger, and she couldn't take it anymore. In a fit of rage, she kicked over the trash can, spilling the red oily pig's trotter soup all over the floor.

"Percival, do you think I care? You said you wanted Evadne to take care of me, but it seems more like satisfying your selfish desires. I'm sick of you! I'm done serving you!" she spat, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Her eyes reddened, and she lost her appetite for the only bowl of pig's trotter soup on the table. She had spent two hundred to spite this despicable couple, and it was not worth it.

Eulalia tried to leave the dining room to go
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