Love, Hacked — Episode 3

Was it my mother? Hannah playing the docile victim again, using her child to quarry favor with the matriarch. Pathetist.

Chloe, apple pie, did you drag this supermarket freezer trash before the matriarch? How utterly unpresentable. What do you mean, unpresentable?

Look, Grandma, it's absolutely delicious and completely poison-free. Miss Hannah, this is the Claude Estate, not your cheap Parisian attic. It's high time you learned our rules. Excuse me.

Chloe wished to show her appreciation for ma'am's tireless work today. I see no fault in that. She's fighting back, a full five years ahead of the timeline. My rebirth is rewriting her, too.

The Claudes are a dynasty. Serving peasant food to the matriarch is an utter disgrace to this family's standing. Martha, I bake this. If you have a grievance, address me.

me. Do not raise your voice at my mother. Talking back now, is that the stellar breeding your mother provided you? My mother taught me basic etiquette. You barged in without clearance and front of the matriarch. Is that your so-called rule? I'd say you are the one severely lacking in etiquette here. Madam, I assure you I didn't mean... Unpresentable? This tastes exactly like

my mother's recipe. Fifty years. I haven't tasted this in fifty years. Shut your mouth! The Claude dynasty does not need a helper dictating our affairs pack your things and get off my estate now is it good grandma it's delicious the best pie i've ever had i learned from mommy hers is a hundred times better i'll bake it for you every weekend okay it's a promise then grandma will be