Chapter 17
“Q” was an extraordinarily powerful International organization that catered exclusively to the upper echelons of society. As long as the money was right, there was no task they couldn’t accomplish.
Within its ranks was a world–renowned medical genius, known for their miraculous ability to save lives and heal the seemingly incurable. However, the individual had an eccentric personality and only took on cases based on their mood.
If money couldn’t fix it, getting it done became nearly impossible.
Thinking about this, Levi sighed. “I’ll keep an eye on it for you, but your priority right now should be convincing Miss Xander to start chemotherapy as soon as possible.”
William was silent for a moment before responding, “Understood.”
After hanging up, William finally noticed the commotion downstairs. It was Carter, yelling as usual.
He stood up, made his way downstairs, and followed the nose to the kitchen, where he saw Carter buzzing around Layla like an excited monkey.
Layla was wearing an apron, expertly stir–frying ingredients in the pan, a faint smile lingering on her face. She seemed to genuinely enjoy cooking.
William found himself momentarily entranced. Suddenly, a flame leapt up from the pan, startling him. “Careful!”
Before Layla could react, William had already taken the pan from her hands and tossed it into the sink, where it sent up a burst of steam.
He grabbed Layla’s hands to check them. “Are you hurt?”
For a brief moment, the atmosphere grew awkward.
Carter weakly chimed in, “Uncle William, Layla said the high heat is what gives the dish its flavor. Why did you throw the pan out?”
William was speechless and his lips twitched slightly as he heard Layla chuckle softly. He quickly let go of her hands and tried to maintain his composure. “I’ve never cooked before.”
Layla suppressed a smile. “I can tell.”
“Uncle William, you should’ve seen it! Layla’s cooking skills are amazing–totally on par with a top chef at a five- star hotel!”
Carter began enthusiastically describing the process of Layla preparing and cooking the dishes, making her ears turn red.
“Okay, I’m not as grea
I’m not as great as you’re saying,” she said modestly. “I only know how to make a few signature dishes.”
Carter protested seriously, “For a lady of your background to know how to cook at all is already impressive!”
Layla just smiled, choosing not to explain that she had honed her cooking skills for Sean’s sake.
Back then, she always thought that with how picky Sean was, he would starve if she didn’t cook for him. Looking at it now, Sean was living just fine without eating her food,
All along, it had been her own wishful thinking, creating unnecessary burdens for herself.
At least she still enjoyed cooking. It hadn’t been a waste to learn.
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Brushing aside her thoughts, Layla wiped her hands on her pron: “Missing one dish isn’t a big deal. There’s still plenty to eat.”
Carter eagerly sat down at the table, grabbed his utensils, and started eating. With each bite, he exclaimed, “Wow! This is incredible!”
His over–the–top praise was brimming with enthusiasm,
Just listening to him, Layla couldn’t help but smile, her eyes glinting with happiness.
She glanced at William, who had only taken a small bite, and asked with a hopeful expression, “What do you think?”
William, maintaining his usual stoic demeanor, simply nodded slightly. “It’s fine.”
“Layla, you don’t need to ask Uncle William’s opinion. No matter what delicacy he eats, he’ll always say the same thing.”
With his mouth full, Carter mumbled indistinctly, “I’m starting to think he doesn’t even know how to give compliments. It’s like he’s incapable of saying anything nice.”
The next second, a cold glare shot his way.
Carter choked on his food and coughed violently, finally calming down after downing half a bowl of chicken soup.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Carter jumped to his feet, muttering as he went to answer it “Huh? Who would dare show up at dinnertime to bother Uncle William?”
