Chapter 974

In a flash, Lucia felt as though she had fallen into an icy cave, struggling desperately to surface as the cold water engulfed her, threatening to swallow her whole. At that critical moment, she heard Abigail's gentle voice. "Malcolm, Lucia, you two are in charge of chopping the onions." The warmth in Abigail's voice pulled Lucia back to reality, as if sunlight had gradually melted the ice around her. Malcolm's attention was instantly diverted by Abigail's words. "My hands are too valuable to be chopping onions." Abigail did not care; she placed the bowl of onions on the coffee table. "Everyone is busy. You can't be idle. So you'll chop the onions." Abigail then turned to Lucia and whispered, "Do you know how to chop onions? If not, I can teach you." Malcolm was speechless. 'Why do I have to chop onions, while Lucia gets such gentle treatment? Why does everyone treat me differently? Today, I'm clearly the most exhausted person, yet in the end, I'm still the one being bullied. I'm so