Chapter 857

Beatrice was so mad that she didn't want to make bread anymore.

"What's so great about bread anyway? Cal, do you like ravioli? I will make you some," she said.

Callum was starving. He sniffled and nodded obediently. "I like ravioli too," he said.

"You're such a good boy," Beatrice said, pinching Callum's cheek. "What filling do you like in your ravioli, Cal?"

"Beef," Callum said.

"Okay, that's gre