The Heiress's Second Chance At Vengeance (Eliza) novel Chapter 558

Chapter 558 The Truth in the Kitchen

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Cramer wasn’t surprised. After all, who would keep lowering themselves to please someone forever?

It seemed Vivian had finally given up the act.

For three straight days, he hadn’t seen a trace of her.

That afternoon, while glancing at the clock in his office–it was already four–his secretary asked, “Mr. Cullinan, all your meetings are done. Shall we head back?”

“What’s Vivian doing?”

“…What?”

The secretary froze. Wasn’t Mr. Cullinan the one who hated hearing her name most of all?

“I haven’t seen her at home lately. Perhaps she went back?”

He himself had no idea. A few days ago Vivian had hovered around constantly. Suddenly she had vanished.

“Let’s go home. If she’s gone, all the better. Saves me the trouble of dealing with her.”

Cramer headed back toward the Cullinan estate.

Meanwhile, inside the house-

Vivian wore a simple white cotton nightdress. Her hair was pinned up, leaving her neck bare. It was summer, and she looked relaxed as she busied herself in the kitchen, simmering soup for

Cramer.

At the door, maids gossiped openly.

“What’s the point of making soup every day? Mr. Cullinan doesn’t even know it’s her cooking.”

“Right? Yesterday he praised the food and said I deserved a raise.”

“This time it’s my turn to claim the credit. You’ve taken the benefits long enough–let me make some money off it now.”

“Shame, isn’t it? She’s so pretty, but Mr. Cullinan won’t even glance at her. Give it a few days, and she’ll be kicked out of here.”

Their sneers cut like knives.

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Chapter 558 The Truth in the Kitchen

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Everyone knew Vivian was sent by Wendy. And with Cramer and Wendy at odds, how could he ever like Vivian, let alone marry her?

Just then, a cold voice sliced through the air behind them. “Say that again.”

The maids spun around, their faces draining of color.

“Mr… Mr. Cullinan!”

They had expected him to be at the office until evening as usual. None imagined he’d return so early.

In the kitchen, Vivian stiffened. She hadn’t thought he would walk in at this hour. Her hand froze over the simmering pot. When she turned and saw him in the doorway, she immediately ducked her head and tried to slip away.

“Stop,” Cramer ordered, his face dark.

Vivian froze in place.

He hadn’t seen her in days, but something about her today was different.

She wasn’t wearing the lacy dresses he loathed. Instead, she had on a plain white home dress. Her hair was pinned up neatly, her face bare of makeup. She looked fresh, clean–like an eighteen–year–old girl.

Not the kind of beauty that stunned at first glance, but one that felt natural and disarmingly gentle.

For a fleeting moment, Cramer’s mind faltered.

Then reality crashed back. This was Vivian. Wendy’s pawn.

Even if she had an angel’s face, she couldn’t be trusted.

“Who gave you permission to use the kitchen?”

“…I’m sorry.”

She bowed her head, offering no defense.

Cramer stepped into the kitchen and lifted the lid of the clay pot. The rich aroma rose instantly. It was the same chicken soup he’d enjoyed days before.

He hadn’t expected that soup to be Vivian’s doing.

“Who claimed they made this soup?”

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His tone was sharp.

One maid trembled, forced to step forward. “…I… it was me…”

“And the breakfasts and dinners from the past few days? Who cooked those? Hmm?”

The other maids glanced at one another, silent. They had all been stealing Vivian’s credit.

Not one dared speak. They knew Cramer’s temper well. If he learned they had been impersonating her work, the punishment would be severe.

Cramer’s voice dropped lower, colder. “I’ll give you one more chance. Tell me–what really happened these past few days?”

The maids shook with fear, their bodies stiff with dread. Not a single one dared breathe too loudly.

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