Chapter 773 Sometimes People Shouldn't Be Too Kind

Andrea had almost passed out in anger when she heard the news.

Bonnie getting divorced was fine for her since her foreign husband was an abusive man. It was better for Bonnie to come home than to live further away from her where she wouldn't be able to protect Bonnie.

However, Terence and Carla were a different story. They already got their happy ending after so many bumps along the road, but now they were divorced. If glares could kill, the entire household would be ten feet under with Andrea's wrath.

"Mom, calm down. It's really not what you think."

Carla panicked, almost dropping the phone when she heard the anger in her mother's voice. She had been extremely careful, keeping everything under wraps, trying to make sure that situations like this wouldn't happen.

"It doesn't matter what I think! What's your address? I'm in the taxi now," Andrea urged.

Carla had no choice but to give it to her.

In less than an hour, the doorbell rang.

Carla lowered her head and went to open the door, fully knowing that her mother would ask a hundred thousand questions.

One look at Carla made Andrea sigh. She walked in. "Where's Sally?"

"…… She went to school,"

Carla murmured, avoiding her mother's gaze.

"Went to school? Do you really plan on staying here for the rest of your life?" Andrea demanded as she looked around the well-arranged house. Though the place was furnished and decorated well, she still couldn't believe that her daughter would move to another city.

As she looked around, her gaze paused at a pair of male slippers near the shoe rack.

Andrea's jaw dropped and she whirled to Carla, holding her hands. She took Carla to the sofa and asked, "Carla, tell me. Are you living with another man? So soon, dear?"

"What? Why do you ask that?"

Carla blinked at such a blunt question before looking to the direction she was staring in. When she caught sight of the slippers, she understood what her mother meant.

They were Terence's.

"Mom, no. What are you talking about? Terence just forgot to place them on the rack when he left this morning."

Andrea sighed in relief when she heard Carla's words. "Didn't you divorce him? Why was he here?"

"Seriously, mom?" Carla rubbed her forehead, knowing that this was going to be a long conversation.

On the bright side, at least she believed her when she said they were Terence's.

All she needed to handle was the explanation.

"Tell me, what's going on between the two of you? Why did you get divorced? There must be a reason."

Andrea took her hand. She couldn't believe that Carla would hide this from her. If she hadn't asked people about it, she would have still been unaware of it by now.

"Mom, since you already know about our divorce, shouldn't you have known the reason why we've divorced?" Carla frowned sulkily. It seeme

g else. When she got up to follow her, Andrea waved her hand.

"You don't need to do that, dear.

I'll show you what I can do."

Though Andrea rarely cooked at home, that didn't mean she couldn't cook. Contrary to what most people would think, she was actually great at cooking.

Soon, it was time for lunch. "Callie, try this sour and spicy lemon fish. Eating it can warm you up for the cold weather. You're already so thin..."

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Andrea cooked fish and two other dishes of Carla's favorite food.

Looking at the orange fish, Carla felt her stomach grumble. Her mother's cooking was always something she'd missed. As she tasted the dish, she couldn't help but groan at the amazing mix of flavors.

"It's really good, mom! It's too bad that Sally isn't here to get a taste of her grandmother's cooking," she praised as she rushed to take another bite.

"It's not a problem. I'll cook for her when she comes back. The ingredients and seasoning in the kitchen are all of good quality. Without them, I'm sure I couldn't have whipped up such a good dish."

Andrea chuckled.

Carla chewed the fish and said, "Terence bought them. He's the one who cooks here."

Hearing this, Andrea was frozen in shock. "You're saying Terence was the one who prepared the meals for the both of you?"

"Yes. What's wrong about that?"

She furrowed her eyebrows.

"I didn't know that Terence cares for you that much. Your father never pitched in to wash his socks before. He couldn't even tell the difference between salt and sugar, let alone cooking."

Andrea snorted.

Though the kitchen was just small, she could see how attentive Terence was to Carla. She could see how Terence paid attention to each seasoning and spices in the cabinets and how they were designated to each dish.

Terence was willing to cook for Carla. The dishes he made and created were proof of his love for her.