When a false heir is installed into a wealthy family's line of succession, the truth about who really belongs becomes a dangerous secret. As loyalties are tested and old wounds resurface, the struggle over the family's name and fortune threatens to tear it apart from within.
I didn't ask you to cook. I know. Then why are you doing it? At midnight? For someone who just insulted you at breakfast? Because cold food tastes worse when someone eats it alone. And I don't like wasting food.
You always cook for people who insult you. That seems like a terrible strategy. Only if they look hungry. And you looked hungry.
I wasn't hungry. That's between you and the plate. I'm not here to convince you. I'm just making food.
It tastes exactly like it did this morning. Warm. Simple. Like someone actually cares if I eat.
No one here has ever cared about that. No one has ever noticed. .