<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 856 Annoying Jessica</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Everyone else hasn’t eaten yet.” Ever since Mason discovered that she was a scheming woman and not the innocent sweetheart he thought she was, he found her disgusting.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She’s way too selfish.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Then why don’t you two roast some more? We still have plenty of ingredients left.” Jessica didn’t seem to mind. When Sven and Mason did not do as told, she took matters into her own hands. She ced all the grilled skewers into two tes, preparing to take them all away.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Mason walked up to her and unceremoniously took the two tes from her hands. “If you’re hungry, buy your own ingredients and cook them yourself,” he said, his face cold and impassive. “I’ll deliver Mr. Rainsworth’s portion over to him. You don’t need to worry about it.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia and Lucille approached with Elliot and Jonathan.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Observing Mason’s attitude toward Jessica, Lucille forgave him for dining with Jessica in private.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Lucille stepped forward, gently nudging the stunned Jessica aside. She grabbed some meat and vegetable skewers from Mason’s te and handed them to the two children.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Elliot, due to his illness, could only enjoy a little bit of barbecue before eating the meal that Cecilia had specially prepared for him.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Thank you, Ms. Campbell, Mr. Sanders, and Mr. Sven.” Even the kids were more polite than Jessica.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Lucille said with a smile, “You’re wee, sweetheart. You’re even more polite than some adults.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She was clearly referring to Jessica.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jessica, catching her implication, moved aside sheepishly, wearing a sour expression.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Mason distributed the freshly grilled skewers one by one, reserving a portion specifically for Nathaniel.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Everyone except Jessica had a share of skewers.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Had she been in the city, Jessica wouldn’t have been interested in these skewers that she considered to be junk food.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Yet, she was now in the mountains, and in her quest to find Nathaniel and his group, she hadn’t eaten anything. Moreover, the only things she had brought with her in her suitcase were cosmetics and clothes.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The tantalizing aroma of barbecue wafted through the air, making her stomach grumble with hunger.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Zachary, clueless, walked over and asked, “Ms. Quill, why aren’t you eating?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jessica lowered her head. “I didn’t bring any ingredients. Mason told me to bring my own and cook it myself.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Since when did Mason be so stingy? Come on, eat up. How much could these possibly cost?” Zachary handed Jessica some skewers.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Vivian was sitting next to Cecilia and Lucille, watching Zachary. She shook her head. “As long as a woman</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“It’s okay; it’s just some food. We wouldn’t want her to return to the Quill family and tell the elders that we’ve been treating her poorly, leaving her with nothing to eat,” Cecilia said.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“You’re right.” Vivian nodded in agreement..</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The trio began gossiping.</font></font>
Jessica understood that in this situation, only Zachary woulde to her aid.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.
“Zachary, I’ll go grill more,” she offered.
Zachary nced toward Vivian and her group. “You’re our guest. Why should you do it?”
“But…” Jessica lowered her head.
“I’ll do it.” Zachary stood up and said to Vivian, “Don’t just eat. Let Mason and Sven take a break. Come and grill with me.”
Vivian hadn’t paid attention to Jessica’s conversation with Zachary. Finding Zachary’s words reasonable, she rose to join him. “Okay.”
Lucille also said, “I’ll help out, too.”
When Cecilia got up to follow suit, she was stopped by Zachary. “You’re pregnant. Just sit and rest. Don’t overwork yourself.”
“Yes, just leave it to us,” Lucille advised.
Cecilia didn’t insist.
Vivian and the others took over Mason and Sven’s job. After a while, Vivian soon noticed that Jessica wasn’t doing much of anything. She was wandering around idly, chatting with Nathaniel and taking photos.