Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband-Chapter 978 - Camila Walkers Counterattack

Chapter 978: Chapter 978: Camila Walker’s Counterattack

Chapter 978 -978: Camila Walker’s Counterattack

“I’ve never done any of this, unlike you who has come from the countryside, so it’s normal for you to know these things. In my house, the head chef has always been in charge of cooking, so from a young age, my parents never taught me those skills, and naturally, I never learned them.”

Camila Walker smiled as she picked up on Audrey Sawyer’s technique of veiled mocking and sneering.

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Upon hearing this, Audrey Sawyer indeed froze for a second, feeling a tinge of resentment inside.

She really did come from the countryside, but she had also been cherished and grown up as the apple of her parents’ eyes!

“So that’s how it is, but what will happen when Sister Walker and Big Brother Howard are together in the future? You surely can’t expect hardworking Big Brother Howard to come home from a day’s work and then have to cook for you, can you?” Audrey Sawyer turned her head, her face adorned with a smile, but her words bristled with barbs.

Those words indeed struck a chord in Camila Walker. Audrey Sawyer said these things only to indirectly call her useless!

She fell silent, offering no rebuttal.

Perhaps in the future, if she really were to live with Clayton Howard, what he might want is to come home tired from work to a hearty dinner prepared by his wife. Yet, this was something she felt she couldn’t satisfy.

Seeing her with a saddened expression as she lowered her head, Audrey Sawyer couldn’t help but secretly curve her lips upwards, but then she spoke as if understanding, “Sister Walker, you should go out and chat with Big Brother Howard first. I’ll have everything ready in a little while!”

Camila Walker looked up at Audrey Sawyer, then glanced at the disaster she had created on the kitchen counter beside her. Perhaps staying here now would only allow the other woman to laugh at her in her heart, giving her more excuses to mock her. It might be better to leave and keep her self-respect.

Camila Walker turned and walked out of the kitchen, deep in thought.

Seeing her pensive appearance, Clayton Howard, who was sitting on the sofa, couldn’t help but frown slightly in confusion, “What’s wrong?”

Camila Walker looked up at him and then shook her head.

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The three of them finished lunch together, and in the afternoon, Clayton Howard drove her home.

Since Camila Walker hadn’t yet revealed her relationship with Clayton Howard to Baxter Walker and Angela Reid, when Clayton Howard dropped her off at Walker Manor, he didn’t come in but turned the car around and left.

No sooner had she entered the living room than Camila Walker sensed that the atmosphere at home seemed off.

Looking up, she saw two middle-aged men and women who looked somewhat familiar sitting on the sofa, their expressions rather gloomy.

As soon as they saw her return, Angela Reid quickly stood up, “Camila, you’re finally back!?”

Angela Reid saw the woman, her brow deeply furrowed as if troubled by something.

After glancing at her mother, Camila Walker felt as though something had happened at home and cautiously inquired with Angela Reid, “Mother, what’s happened?”

Angela Reid looked at her worriedly, then back at the Bewell couple sitting on the sofa behind her.

“Camila, did you hit Harry Cornwall?”

At these words, Camila Walker was taken aback and looked toward the sofa where a man and a woman were sitting.

No wonder they looked familiar; they were Aiden Bewell’s parents.

She looked at her mother and then nodded, “Mhm.”

Upon hearing this, Angela Reid was terrified, her face changing drastically, “How could you physically attack someone? He is now lying in the hospital, and I’ve heard his injuries are severe. Even the doctors seem somewhat at a loss!”

Angela Reid was so anxious she didn’t know what to do, completely at a loss as to how a girl could have hurt a man so badly.

Camila Walker was somewhat puzzled upon hearing this, “I just hit him on the head with a wine bottle. How could it be that serious?”