After bath, it was time for dinner and Claret saw that most of the food was gone.
It was obvious that none of them were waiting for her to eat together.
“Where’s father?” Claret asked.
“He’s busy with the company.
Don’t bother him if there’s nothing important.” Mrs.
Walker glared at Claret.
“You’re already an adult but you’re still tattling to Father.
Shame on you!” Bran mocked without hesitation.
Claret just glared at the other party but was too lazy to retort.
No matter what she said, the relationship between siblings could never improve, so why bother?
She sat down and just picked whatever food was available.
Nom!
‘Delicious… I have to admit that the food is much more delicious than the sh*t I have been eating during the Survival Game.’ Claret sighed deeply as she ate the food and didn’t hesitate to eat most of the available dishes.
Anyway, Mrs.
Walker and the others often left a lot of leftover for Bran’s dog at the backyard.
“You starving ghost,” Bran mocked again when he saw Claret’s way of eating.
Claret ignored him.
Someone who had never suffered from those complicated food recipes during the Survival Game shouldn’t say anything.
The Survival Game was both strict and lenient.
In terms of food recipe, they had to use all the ingredients from the game, no matter where it was originally located.
For example, the salt from the game could only be mined in the mountainous areas and then the water had to be from the specific lake for freshwater.
If it was not from these, the recipe didn’t want to recognize it.
Claret was a poor player who could barely sustain her life after playing for so many years, how could she gather all of those materials on her own?
Those who owned the ‘mine’ were fighting hard in order to protect their resources.
So Claret could only improvise with other ingredients that still existed from outside the game.
The result?
A mess of taste.
She didn’t even know how salt could taste sour or how sugar could taste bitter.
It was too bizarre.
Anyway, Claret decided to enjoy food as much as possible after her return.
‘The only problem is that I don’t have enough money…’ Claret sighed in her heart, feeling a bit distressed for her money in her wallet.
Even after working for 4 years, the amount of money that she collected was far from enough for her to live lavishly.
A portion went to her apartment rent and the rest was saved up by her bit by bit over the years.
Bang!
“Bran, what are you doing again?” Mrs.
Walker looked at her son who suddenly slammed the table in annoyance.
“I’m going out, Mom!
There’s a ra… uh, there’s something to do,” Bran quickly changed his words, remembering that his mother disliked him going out to race cars with others.
Before he had his own car, he would have to pester his friends so that they could lend him their cars.
Of course his driving skills were not very good, which resulted in him crashing a few cars.
But it didn’t matter too much since he could just pay them.
His father gave him a lot of pocket money and Bran was not lacking in these little money.
“Bran, this is already night time, you…” Mrs.
Walker wanted to stop her son but the brat had already rushed out without hesitation.
Even though Mrs.
Walker looked young, she was already in her forties and couldn’t keep up with her son’s speed.
She sat back down and saw Claret glancing in her direction.
At this moment, her anger surged and he yelled, “What are you looking at?”
Claret arched her eyebrows and sneered.
“I’m looking at a failure of a mother.”
“You…”
“Father, you’re back.”
Mrs.
Walker took a deep breath and could only show a polite smile as she turned around and saw her husband coming back.
“Hubby, you’re here.”
“Um.” Mr.
Walker nodded indifferently and he frowned when he saw that the food was almost gone.
Even if the others have already eaten first, it was rare for the food to be eaten so cleanly like this.
The fault lies on Claret who was like a starving ghost.
But she would not admit it.
“I’ll get the chef to cook more.” Mrs.
Walker glared at Claret in indignation.
If it was not because of Claret, her husband wouldn’t have to wait longer in order to be able to eat.
“It’s fine.
I’m going back to wash up.” Mr.
Walker patted his wife’s hand and then made his way to his room.
There was a separate bathroom for Mrs.
Walker and Mr.
Walker in their bedroom.
After all, their bedroom in this residence is the largest and more complete.
The other children would have to use the bathroom in the second floor and then there was also one more bathroom on the first floor that could be used by guests or when the bathroom upstairs was broken.
Claret thought about the maidservant who was busy on the bathroom on the second floor.
“By the way, where’s Brenda?” Mr.
Walker had just remembered his daughter and he stopped mid stairs.
Just now he bumped with the naughty Bran who ran away, but he didn’t see his step daughter.
“Brenda is in her friend’s house,” Mrs.
Walker quickly explained, covertly giving a furtive glance at Claret.
Seeing this, what could Claret not understand?
Brenda was definitely staying at her fiancé’s house or at her own residence but with him around.
The two of them have been going out together openly, but she never realized it.
Thinking about it, Claret felt that she was truly stupid and blind at this point of time in her previous life.
It was already so obvious, so why can’t she see it?
How ridiculous.
“I see.” Mr.
Walker nodded and he continued walking up.
Claret watched her father’s back, her mind swirling a bit.
It was undeniable that her father always acted as a ‘good’ father in front of her.
The main reason was because of her grandparent’s investment to their company.
Even though Claret hadn’t interacted much with her grandparents after her mother’s death more than 18 years ago, they still paid a lot of attention to her.
‘Should I go and see them?’
Claret felt a bit conflicted.
But before she could make a decision, Mrs.
Walker had already snapped up again, “You reincarnation of starving ghost!
Why do you have to eat so much?
You’re just a little girl and you eat more than male adults!”
“None of your business.” Claret glared back at Mrs.
Walker coldly.
“You!” Mrs.
Walker was so angry, but she didn’t dare to raise her voice in case Mr.
Walker heard her and then reprimanded her.
Because he has always been trying to balance his second wife and daughter’s relationship.
“I’m going back,” Claret said as she walked out of the table and headed straight to the stairs, ignoring the angry Mrs.
Walker.
She thought that her stupid step brother would only go out tomorrow with his car, but since he planned to race tonight…
It seemed that things would be exciting later.
Thinking about this, Claret smiled faintly as she went back to her room and took out a bottle of essential oil and a tissue.
Just wiping a bit would be enough.
Her eyes darkened slightly as she crouched by the stairs and wiped the tissue on the floor.
The already shiny floor became even shinier.
Most people would not have any problem walking on this kind of stairs, but what if they were panicking?
Claret sneered as she stood up and then walked back to her own room.
She needed enough sleep to fully enjoy the show tomorrow morning.