However, this wasn't the time to back down. Just because Hailey didn't know how to cook didn't mean she couldn't learn.
She patted her chest confidently. "Aileen, don't underestimate me. Just wait. I'm heading to the kitchen right now. That oatmeal will be ready in no time!"
Now brimming with confidence, Hailey walked into the kitchen. She pulled up an online video tutorial and started cooking oatmeal.
Half an hour later, Aileen came running into the kitchen. "Hailey, why do I smell something burning?"
Hailey held up a scorched pot of oatmeal, looking frustrated. "Aileen, I'm sorry… I burned it."
Aileen let out a laugh and quickly stepped forward to take the pot. "Hailey, let's be honest. You're not cut out for the kitchen. I already called someone who can cook."
Hailey really wasn't cut out for it. She thought she could pick it up, but reality had just smacked her in the face. Now that someone else was coming to help, she was more than happy to step aside.
"You called a chef?" Hailey asked happily. "If I had known, I would've brought my family's chef over, too."
Aileen was about to say something when the doorbell rang.
Hailey's eyes lit up. "Aileen, your chef got here fast! I'll go get the door."
Hailey ran to the entrance and opened the door. "Hello—"
Her words stopped short.
Standing outside was a tall, familiar figure—Jonah.
Hailey had thought the chef was here, but she hadn't expected Jonah.
Why was he here?
She froze by the door.
He looked at her and gave her a brief, indifferent glance.

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