Chapter 124: The Tomb of Beloved Wife Claudia Ross_1

Claudia Ross was just about to deny it when Esmee Perry already busily nodded her head: "Yes, yes, I specifically asked Aunt Carol to make it for daddy."

"Really?" Wyatt Perry looked towards Claudia Ross.

"Hmm!"

Was she supposed to call out a child's bluff?

She hadn't expected that Esmee Perry, at such a young age, was already so good at flattering people. When she grew up, she would certainly be just like her mother—a little vixen who could wear someone down.

Claudia Ross watched as Wyatt Perry sat at the breakfast table, enjoying the deep-fried dough sticks she had made.

Feeling a tightness in her chest, she hurriedly hid in the bathroom to keep from crying.

Back when she was Wyatt Perry's wife, she had delivered breakfast to him countless times.

He didn't even give it a glance and threw it all in the trash bin.

At that time, her most humble wish was for him to taste something she had made, even just one bite.