Bella Scott took the bowl and chopsticks, took a sip of the soup, and indeed, it tasted good.
In recent years, her taste buds had become more discerning, and her appreciation for good food had improved, so she could tell whether a dish was made by a renowned chef just by tasting it.
This lunch must be worth quite a few dollars, and she was eating money right now...
"How are the kids?" Seeing Bella focused on her meal, Edward Anderson tried to strike up a conversation.
Bella nodded as she ate, which counted as a response.
Edward felt frustrated by her indifferent reaction.
Why wasn't she angry with him? She knew she had been deceived by him, shouldn't she be furious?
Only when someone doesn't care about another person would they be immune to their actions and remain unmoved.
He opened his mouth, wanting to clarify things, but backed off when he saw Bella's calm face.
