Sister-in-law Chapman's smile froze instantly on her face.
She was shocked and frightened as she looked at Scarlett Yates, as if seeing a monster. Her eyes widened, and after a long while, she gave an awkward smile: "Miss, Miss Yates, you really love to joke."
"Joke? I'm not joking."
Scarlett Yates let out two cold laughs, walked to the table, saw a fruit knife in the fruit bowl, picked it up, and under the increasingly terrified gaze of Sister-in-law Chapman, she cut the fruits in the bowl into pieces: "Didn't he say he has to satisfy me? Right now, I just want to eat his flesh. If there isn't any, I don't want to eat anything else."
Sister-in-law Chapman probably already thought she was crazy. The look in her eyes was no different from the way you look at a lunatic.
"Miss, Miss Yates, there's soup simmering in the pot. I'll go check if it's done."
Sister-in-law Chapman left quickly, and in the blink of an eye, she was out of the dining room.
