The rich woman was furious because the young chef had refused to throw away the leftover food.
The rich woman was furious because the young chef had refused to throw away the leftover food.
“You think poor people deserve my dinner?” she said.
The chef answered softly, “Hungry people deserve food.”
The slap echoed through the mansion kitchen.
The heir heard it from the hallway and rushed in.
The chef held her cheek, trembling.
But when she looked up, her hair shifted, revealing a small lightning-shaped scar on her neck.
The heir’s eyes widened.
That scar was in the missing-child report his family had buried years ago.
The lost baby had been scratched by a broken window during the night she vanished.
He whispered, “Who gave you that scar?”
The chef answered, “I don’t know. I was found wrapped in a kitchen towel outside this estate.”
The rich woman gripped the counter.
The heir turned toward her.
“Mother, why does our family crest appear on the towel in the report?”
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She said nothing.
And the kitchen staff finally understood why the young chef had always felt familiar.
