Quincy stood with his hands on his hips：「So you're really not going to restore our cards, huh? You better not regret this!」
I didn't even spare him a glance. Regret? What did I have to regret?
The next morning, a racket of clanging and banging drifted up from downstairs, jolting me awake.
Every servant in the house knew I was a light sleeper. None of them would ever make that kind of noise.
I came downstairs to find the entire Zhuang family already gathered.
A familiar figure was bustling around the kitchen. Bruno.
He spotted me and flashed a bright, sunny grin.
「Morning, Mick! Breakfast is almost ready.」
My brow furrowed immediately.
Quincy sauntered over to me with his arms crossed：「You should take notes from Bruno. Look how thoughtful he is, getting up early to make breakfast for my sister.」
「How much does your sister pay him, and how much does she pay me?」
「You—!」
Bruno set a large bowl of soup on the table：「Mick, if you don't know how to cook, I can teach you.」
「After all, you're a stay-at-home husband. You should be taking care of your wife.」
「Oh, and that Phantom parked in the driveway is yours, right? Ms. Zhuang really does spoil you, buying you a car that expensive.」
「I honestly envy you, having a wife that good to you. I'm not as lucky. Everything I have, I earned on my own.」
Quincy jumped right in：「Exactly! It's been three years since you married into this family, and we haven't eaten a single meal you cooked!」
「He's right. Mick, honey, I really don't want to say this, but as a son-in-law, you just don't cut it.」
「Mom, then who does cut it in your eyes? Bruno?」
「Sure, he's better at waiting on people. He can get up at the crack of dawn and cook breakfast for the whole family, do everything you tell him, and keep every single one of you happy.」
「But can he hand each of you an unlimited black card to spend however you want? Can he put you up in a mansion that looks like a palace? Can he buy you luxury cars with personal drivers so you never have to walk a single step?」
Dolores went silent, unable to find a single word. Bruno froze mid-step, a plate of food still in his hands.
I walked over to him：「I'm not the kind of man who has to cling to a woman for money. If you'd done even the slightest bit of research on the Delgado family, you wouldn't be standing here running your mouth.」
Bruno's expression turned ugly. He clearly hadn't expected me to push back this hard.
Gerald slammed his palm on the table：「That's out of line! The way you talk, it's like this whole family survives on your charity!」
「Dad, since you don't think you need anything from me, then perfect. Stop using the Delgado cards.」
I sat down and took a bite of the dumpling Bruno had made：「Not great. Nowhere close to what our chef puts out.」
「But if you all love his cooking so much, let him make your breakfast every day. From now on, the chef only needs to prepare meals for me.」
Quincy sneered：「You should be worried, Mick. Bruno's younger than you, better-looking than you, and more considerate than you. Keep acting this ungrateful and my sister's going to dump you!」
I turned to Whitney：「You want a divorce? Fine. Bring me the papers. I'll sign them right now.」
Whitney immediately shot Quincy a glare, then moved behind me and started massaging my shoulders.
「Don't be upset, honey. Quincy's just immature. Don't stoop to his level.」
She waved everyone toward the table：「Come on, let's eat before everything gets cold.」
The moment everyone sat down, Bruno put on his pitiful act：「Ms. Zhuang, I'm really sorry about last time. I can't believe I wrecked Mick's car.」
「My driving is just so terrible. God, I'm such an idiot!」
