Ronald’s refined features clouded over instantly, his eyes sharp with warning.
"Isabella!"
"Shut it!" I cut him off, totally unbothered. "Isn’t this what you wanted? You’ve been dropping hints non-stop for me to take care of you. Well, guess what? I’m doing it now—yet you’re still mad? You think your passive-aggressive crap was enough, but no, now you’re acting all serious about it. I really don’t get you. One minute you're okay, the next you’re acting like you’ve got some split personality. Nothing makes you happy! You know what? I'm done. Go find someone else to wait on you."
I didn’t even glance at Ronald’s stormy face. Instead, I looked straight at Paul, who looked like he was about to turn into stone.
"Paul, you eat the porridge."
Paul looked panic-stricken. “Ma’am, I
