Boss, Your Wife is Asking for A Divorce, Again!

Chapter 1173

Rose and Mary made the stew for Toby because they figured that it was nutritious and good for him, but they forgot to consider that he might not want any of it.

It wasn't until Toby directly puked and grimaced in disgust that she realized not everyone could stomach the stew. In fact, now that she thought about it, Toby liked his food mild, but the stew had a strong gamey flavor.

Rose felt a little rueful when she watched Toby retching. So, she lowered her voice and mumbled, "Well, the stew is good for him, so I wanted him to drink it. That's why I stopped you from letting him know the stew's ingredients."

"But he can't have any even though he doesn't know the ingredients." Mary felt sorry for Toby.

Rose pursed her lips, slightly guilty. Then, after a while of silence, she sighed. "I might have overestimated him, but alas... He can't even drink a mouthful of the stew."

Mary's lips twitched slightly, but she didn't comment.

Although she was Mary's best friend, she was not a part of her family, so she couldn't concur when Mary turned her nose up at Toby.

Moreover, she could guess how awful the stew was, although she didn't drink it. She bet that others would spit the stew out, too, when they drank it, so it was honestly not Toby's fault that he had such a severe reaction.

Meanwhile, Toby couldn't be bothered with the conversation between Rose and Mary. All he cared about was getting rid of the awful taste in his mouth. He even considered cutting off his tongue momentarily before his rationality took hold of his brain again.

He felt like the 'thing' he drank wasn't stew but some rotten mush. The taste and smell of the so-called stew were so vile and horrendous that he couldn't even bring himself to swallow it.

He could feel the stench lingering in his mouth even after throwing up. To make matters worse, he could taste the rotting taste. There were just some things that weren't meant to be tasted by the human mouth.

Due to the rancid smell filling his nostrils with extreme prejudice, the disgusting stench made him feel dizzy. He knew he wasn't suffocating, but frankly, he'd rather be launched into the sun right about now so that he could stop feeling the sour taste in his throat.

What kind of stew is this?! D*mn!

felt like crawling out of his skin

a glass of water when he stopped gagging over the stew. "Here. Drink some water

what Toby needed the most right now. Life water! He took the glass of water and

finished the glass of water, and the taste in his mouth did wash down a little, but he could

so he covered his mouth when he spoke, "Grandma, what is in

glared at Rose and Mary with red-rimmed eyes and

curiously. She wanted to know what ingredients they used in that stew that caused Toby so much

Mary were taken aback by the couple's curious and indignant glances. They exchanged slightly guilty glances when they saw

Rose's sleeve and silently inquired if she should tell them

anxiously, and she

the truth? How? If I tell them the truth,

mumbled weakly, "Gosh! Why does my head hurt? It must be because I stayed in the pavilion for too long. The wind is quite cold today, and I feel chilly. I have

Mary and extended

concerned, held Rose's hand, and helped her up. "Are you okay? Oh dear, you look so pale.

Rose to walk

Toby sat there and quietly watched the two old ladies putting

so lousy that

their lies, but Toby, who was determined to know what he was forced

his gaze, and his deep, clear voice resonated through

and Mary instinctively stopped in their

the old ladies and hissed, "Do you think you can just get

Mary donned uneasy expressions when Sonia and Toby couldn't see their

and both looked utterly innocent

you talking about? Feigning illness? I don't understand." Rose's eyes flickered around as she refused to look Toby

quickly nodded and echoed, "Young Master, how can you accuse Old Madam of pretending to be sick? She is weak, to begin with, and the cold wind isn't conducive to her