The Queen Returns—And She's Unforgiving novel Chapter 142

Sharron was a little surprised. She fell silent for a moment, trying to process the meaning behind Evelyn's words.

She knew Evelyn's temperament—mild and considerate. As long as something was within her ability, she rarely refused any request Sharron made.

As such, when Evelyn suddenly became this assertive, Sharron instinctively assumed that Evelyn must have made other arrangements.

Sharron asked hesitantly, "What's going on? Why didn't you make them? You clearly know that those ladies are quite fond of your desserts. Didn't I tell you to remember this every year and prepare extra to give as gifts?"

The ladies among her social circle would exchange small gifts during the holidays. Their private gatherings were, in truth, a way of maintaining beneficial connections.

Evelyn's skills had earned their recognition.

For the past few years, Sharron had asked Evelyn to make extra and pack them nicely to be delivered to each household.

They were just small desserts, but they were a hassle to make. Even so, wasn't it her duty to make them as the daughter-in-law of the Grants?

Evelyn looked calmly at the computer screen. "Didn't Lucas tell you I'm spending time with Granny and the others this Easter?"

She didn't like Sharron's entitled tone. Over the years, she agreed to everything regardless of how exhausted she was to maintain good relations.

Although it was just some desserts, they still took time and effort.

Every year, she had to spend the entire day in the kitchen. By the time she went to bed past midnight, her back and legs no longer felt like her own, aching and stiff. However, no one cared.

Sharron was somewhat surprised. She couldn't figure out why Evelyn seemed like a different person this year. In previous years, she had been eager to please, always obediently serving the Grants. Even so, how Evelyn really was didn't concern her.

There was only one thing that concerned her.

"Since you're married, you should spend Easter with your husband's family. You left without saying a word, and one of the ladies said they missed your pastries. It's still early. Either come back after dinner with your grandmother, or make them now at the Reeds and send them over."

Whether or not Evelyn spent Easter with the Grants didn't actually matter to Sharron, but Evelyn had her uses.

"I'm sorry, I don't have the time."

Evelyn's voice was slow, yet calm and firm.

Although it was Easter, Sharron ordered her around as if it was natural for Evelyn to be busy and not enjoy the holidays.

Now, Evelyn would no longer be hard on herself. From now on, none of it had anything to do with her.

Sharron was left speechless, only managing to speak after a long moment. "Evelyn, what's gotten into you?"