I ignored their whispers and walked straight into the kitchen, where Willa was still simmering something on the stove. I asked softly, "Willa, is there anything to eat?" She turned around with a warm smile and said, "Mr. Caden specifically asked me to make some soup for you before he left. It's in the pot now." As she spoke, she took out a bowl and a ladle. "Please go sit at the table. I'll bring it right over." "Thanks, Willa. You're a lifesaver," I replied with a smile, then made my way to the dining table. But just as I sat down, Queenie suddenly stood up from the couch. "Some Omegas are just born lazy," she muttered under her breath as she walked past me. Right then, Willa approached with the bowl of soup. Without warning, Queenie nudged Willa's arm with her elbow. The bowl tipped, spilling hot soup all over the floor. "Oh no, Willa, how could you be so clumsy?" Queenie complained, feigning annoyance as she sidestepped and checked her clothes for stains. Willa panicked instantly and bent down to clean the mess. "I'm so sorry, Ms. Queenie! Did it burn either of you? I'll go get another bowl right away." I glanced at Willa. Since she was unharmed, she spoke gently. "It's okay. I can get it myself." But Queenie stepped in, raising her hand to stop me. "Oh, Rosaline, I feel terrible about how I acted yesterday. Let me make it up to you—sit down. I'll get the soup for you." Without waiting for a reply, she walked into the kitchen. My brows furrowed. Whattrickisshetryingtopullthistime? Queenie ladled out all the soup from the pot into one large bowl, balancing it carefully as she made her way toward me. There was a strange smile on her face—one that didn't quite reach her eyes. Something about it was off. I just watched, expressionless, as she sashayed over like she was carrying a peace offering. But just as she reached me, she let out a sudden gasp, as if something had startled her, and turned as if to throw the entire bowl of steaming soup at me. But I already knew what she was planning. Quick as lightning, I yanked Willa out of the way and shot out my leg, kicking Queenie hard in the shin. She cried out in pain. Then, without missing a beat, I stepped on her foot and swept it backward with mine. Queenie lost her balance entirely. The crash was loud. Eleanor, who was enjoying the show from the couch, screamed in shock. She fell straight into the edge of the dining table, her stomach hitting it with a thud. Half the soup dumped all over her chest and lap. The bowl itself tumbled down and landed squarely on her foot. She let out a scream, soaked in broth and vegetables, looking absolutely ridiculous. "Ow! It hurts—it really hurts!" she screeched. "Queenie!" Eleanor jumped to her feet and rushed over. But when she saw Queenie covered in greasy soup, she hesitated and drew her hands back in disgust. Then she turned on me with fury in her eyes. "Rosaline! You lowly Omega!" With fury, she raised her hand to slap me. There was no way I was going to just stand there and take it. I stepped slightly to the side, easily dodging Eleanor's slap. Then I turned to Queenie with a cool, steady gaze and said, "Oh dear, Queenie, how could you be so clumsy?" I leaned in slightly and jabbed, "If you wanted some soup, you could've just asked. No need for all this drama." Honestly, I was impressed by her persistence. After everything that happened yesterday, she still hadn't learned her lesson and messed with me again. Queenie clutched her stomach, her face twisted in pain and rage. With a crazed look, she lunged at me. I stepped back again, calm and steady, just as she slipped on the oily floor and crashed down hard—again. "Rosaline!" Eleanor shrieked. That was all she could do—shout. She didn't even try to help Queenie up. I turned to her and said quietly, "I told you yesterday—if you don't mess with me, I won't mess with you. How many times do I have to say it before it sticks in your head?" Eleanor was speechless, clearly flustered. She opened her mouth to respond, but I simply crossed my arms and said coolly, "If you don't get her to a hospital soon, she might need plastic surgery." That finally shook Eleanor into action. She spun around and barked at Willa, "Why are you just standing there? Help her up!"Willa, clearly shaken, rushed over, but Queenie slapped her hands away. "Get away from me!" Just then, Richard's voice echoed from the front door. "What on earth is going on in here in the early morning?" The moment Queenie heard him, she shot up from the floor, clutching her face and wailing dramatically, "Grandpa! Rosaline—this evil Omega—she tried to scald me! She threw hot soup right at my face! It hurts so bad!"