After talking things over with Aunt Pritt, Isabelle Martin felt much more at ease. She chatted with Aunt Pritt while helping her out, occasionally letting out clear and delightful laughter from the kitchen.
Jeffrey Foster had been standing by the water dispenser for about ten minutes. He couldn't hear exactly what the two were discussing in the kitchen, but he could tell Isabelle was in a great mood.
He couldn't help but wonder what she was so happy about.
Could it be that she's chatting about Aunt Pritt's nephew?
She was flirting with him just now outside, and now she's thrilled to talk about another man?
The more Jeffrey thought about it, the worse his mood became. Suddenly, he relaxed his grip, and the glass slipped from his hand to the floor.
The high-quality glass cup crashed onto the marble floor, spilling hot water everywhere and immediately alerting the people in the kitchen.
