Stephanie's body trembled, and the bodyguards quickly blocked Camille's path to stop her from touching Stephanie.
Camille clenched her teeth and forced a smile. "Let's go eat something yummy, okay? Don't be mad at me."
"Auntie, I'm not mad at you," Stephanie said softly.
"Hey, I'm still young. Don't call me auntie."
"But you look older than my mom. My teacher said we should call older women 'auntie,'" Stephanie replied honestly.
Camille was furious, but she held her anger and said, "Okay, call me whatever you want."
In the kitchen, she put on gloves and took the egg tarts out of the oven. She noticed Stephanie watching her with a mischievous look, then slowly reaching toward the oven.
Camille saw what she was trying to do and quickly pressed her own hands against the oven before Stephanie could get closer.
"Steph, why did you push me into the oven?" she cried out.
Hmph. I can pretend to be the victim too.
