Chapter 162: The help you need not the help you want

Back at the house, matilda and Cordelia stood by the kitchen, tension gathering up as both women were locked in a conversation.

Cordelia leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's about Zafron's test results."

Matilda's brow furrowed. "What test results?"

Cordelia hesitated, her usual poise faltering. She took a deep breath, eyes darting nervously. "His... potency test results."

"An XY test?!" Matilda blurted out, her voice rising sharply.

"Shh, please, keep your voice down," Cordelia pleaded.

But Matilda was beyond consolation. Her eyes flashed with fury. "How dare you test Zafron without my consent? And wait—" She paused, realization dawning on her face like a thunderbolt. "How did you even get the samples?"