Reborn to Rule: From Doormat to Dynasty

with tears as she scanned the room. Her gaze

elieve she'd s

up to hide the marks on her neck from yesterday. As she made her way down

as nowhere in sight. L

Grace Shaw, showing her how to make dumplings. Mr. Shaw sat on the c

greeted softly

rned cold. She glanced at th

back and you're already slacking off. What,

up. "Must've been tough in prison. Poor sister-in-law's pr

st was

e in this house was daughte

ain?" Grace smirked, arching her th

. "Not at all. If breakfast's what you want, I'll go make so

's expressions soured, she calmly t

r breakfast?" Grace grumbled under her breath. Before, Celeste would

ing like nothing

ards knocked somethi

Grace and frowned. "This one's a mes

rted pounding. She seriously had no clue how to make breakfast. Back when she was li

ssed in some chopped scallions and an egg, and tried to fry it

time she picked the steak up from the pan, it look

ting it with a little flour and covering it with s

tantly twisted. That delicate, doll-l

gh

snapped, "Seriously, sis-in-law, you did this on purpose, didn't you? T

ptical. She had thought Celes

knife and fork, took a bite-and her fa

hands shook a bit. Got my head bashed in pretty bad while I was locked up, needed

ing wrong. No matter how furious Grace looked, Celeste kept th

ickered with som

't go pulling some stunt like this!" Grace practically exploded. She'd always hated how

her words. She'd already made up her mind to

. I'm not good at this," Celeste said, eyes slightly re

ou

ut to blow up in t