She had simmered that oatmeal for over an hour.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And just like that, Maria\u2019s interference had ruined it all.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just then, footsteps sounded at the front door.\u00a0<\/p>\n
.,(66)\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before Scarlett could even turn, Maria\u2013who had seen Vincent enter\u2013immediately raised the volume of her wailing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent walked in frowning, but before he could speak, Maria rushed to accuse, \u201cVincent, you\u2019re just in time. Look at her\u2013she actually pushed me!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent\u2019s gaze shifted to Scarlett.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t say a word, just watched her silently.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Feeling his eyes on her, Scarlett looked up and saw the doubt in them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
At that moment, she simply offered a faint, bitter smile and turned back toward the kitchen.\u00a0<\/p>\n
There had never been any \u201ctrust\u201d in Vincent\u2019s eyes when it came to her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Since it wasn\u2019t there, she didn\u2019t feel like explaining.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent didn\u2019t follow her. Instead, he glanced back at Maria, who was still sitting on the floor.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI only wanted a little oatmeal,\u201d Maria said, her tone grievance\u2013laced. \u201cShe was already making breakfast, but she made such a small portion. She knows exactly how many people live in this house.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Between the lines, she was painting Scarlett as selfish and inconsiderate.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent didn\u2019t argue. He bent down, helped Maria up, and guided her to the sofa.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll go check on her,\u201d he said quietly, then walked toward the kitchen.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett had turned the stove back on. She stood in front of it, sweating and visibly exhausted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When Vincent came up beside her, he said, \u201cMaria would like some too. You should make a bigger batch.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett hadn\u2019t slept all night. She was running on empty.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hearing his words now, anger surged hot and sudden inside her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
20:02 Wed, Jan 14\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 276 Shattered Breakfast-\u00a0<\/p>\n
(66)\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
She clenched her jaw, took a sharp breath, and said, \u201cIf you want more, make it yourself. I\u2019m only making this for Vanessa.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent noticed her red\u2013rimmed eyes, the dark circles beneath them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But her refusal still made him frown.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After a short silence, he said, \u201cYou weren\u2019t like this before. Why act this way now? It\u2019s just a bit more oatmeal\u2013it won\u2019t kill you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett rarely lost her temper in front of him, but lately it had become almost routine. \u201cVincent, you said it yourself\u2014that was before. People change. No one stays the same forever, and neither do I.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent rarely saw Scarlett lose her temper, but it had become far too common these days.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He couldn\u2019t help wondering if she now saw him and Vanessa as nothing but burdens.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The thought stirred his own frustration. \u201cIf you\u2019re not feeling well, see a doctor,\u201d he snapped. \u201cYelling at me won\u2019t fix anything.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett stared at him, stunned. Finally, she let out a hollow laugh. \u201cYou\u2019re right, Vincent. I am sick. Sick for ever falling for you. Stupid to think a child could make you stay. I\u2019m a fool\u2014a complete idiot.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing how raw she was, Vincent realized his words had cut too deep.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He reached for her arm, but Scarlett swatted his hand away. \u201cDon\u2019t touch me,\u201d she said, voice trembling. \u201cI don\u2019t want you to touch me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was shaking all over, the wooden spoon still clutched in her hand. The oats had just been added to the pot; she hadn\u2019t even had time to stir.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent felt a sudden pang of panic. He tried again to reach for her, but before he could make contact, she hurled the spoon at him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t dodge in time. It struck his forehead with a sharp crack.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A stinging pain spread instantly. Vincent touched the spot\u2013his fingertips came away smeared with blood.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett looked at the cut on his brow without a flicker of emotion. Her voice was eerily calm when she finally spoke. \u201cThe only tie between you and me is Vanessa. From now on, I won\u2019t- and don\u2019t want to\u2013have anything more to do with you. It\u2019s true, I loved you once. But now, and in the future, you\u2019re just my ex\u2013husband. A stain on my life I can\u2019t erase.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
3\/2\u00a0<\/p>\n
20:02 Wed, Jan 14\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 276 Shattered Breakfast\u00a0<\/p>\n
Without giving him a chance to respond, she turned and walked out of the kitchen.\u00a0<\/p>\n
66\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
In the living room, Maria was sitting on the sofa watching TV, casually snacking on sunflower seeds.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett\u2019s eyes passed over her briefly before she walked straight out of the house.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Once Scarlett was gone, Maria tossed the seeds aside and headed into the kitchen.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She\u2019d heard the argument from outside\u2013not every word, but enough.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As long as they were fighting, Maria was pleased. It only improved her daughter\u2019s chances with\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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