[You said that I am the best person for you in this manor...]
Anna told Raphael that he was the best to her.
She worked hard all night, not for Wayne, but to quickly get the divorce contract.
Wayne's face was cold and hard as he poured dish after dish into the serving containers, mixing the delicious scent. Grease splattered on his hands.
Anna walked up silently: "Don't dirty your hands, let me do it."
Wayne slightly frowned, watching her take the initiative to help.
His anger intensified!
He merely wanted to pour a few dishes in front of Raphael, but Anna intervened, and he felt stifled in his chest.
Wayne watched in silence as Anna dumped out all the food on the table, his suppressed anger unable to explode.
"Clean up the table, and throw it all out."
Anna ordered a few servants.
Nanny Boltie watched the drama unfold with a cold eye. When the servants went to take away the dishes, they were met with Mr. Bailey's cold glare.