The Man Who Destroyed Me Is Now Begging to Mend Me 97

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“You should still try to turn in earlier.” Sophia said with genuine concern. “The doctor wants you to get plenty of rest for your heart. It’s not good for you to stay up so late.”

Edmund’s eyes crinkled with amusement. “Alright, I’ll listen to you,” he replied.

Then he turned to Jason and said, “Go on, bring that bread over here. I want to try Sophie’s cooking while it’s still warm.”

Edmund could barely contain himself after knowing Sophia had delivered the bread. He was drooling in anticipation.

Jason said with a chuckle, “Don’t worry, I’ll grab a plate and serve them up.”

He turned and went into the kitchen, then came back out in no time with a plate of bread and acorn pancakes.

The bread hadn’t been steamed for long, so the acorns inside were as fresh and vibrant as if they had just been cooked.

Jason grinned, “Ms. Evans, you must’ve brought these over right after you made them. They’re still piping hot.”

Edmund grabbed a piece of bread with his hand. It was still almost too hot to touch. It truly warmed his heart.

Ever since the Sterling family became prosperous, he could feast on anything he desired. Yet, despite all the exotic delicacies, what lingered most in his heart was still that simple, rustic bread.

He’d never forget that year, when famine gripped the land and his family was nearly starving to death.

Edmund’s mother returned home clutching a bag of acorns, and with the very last of the flour they had, she baked some bread.

She used to say that if they were doomed to starve, at least they should die with full bellies.

That day, Edmund got only half a loaf, but he would remember it for the rest of his life as the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.

All these years, that flavor had lingered in Edmund’s memory, never fading, no matter how much time passed.

But he’d never been able to taste it again, not even once.

Biting into the bread, nostalgia washed over Edmund, and suddenly his eyes widened in surprise.

Edmund thought, “This is really the taste from my memories.’

He chewed slowly, swallowed, then quickly took another bite. With each mouthful, emotion welled up inside him, until he suddenly realized his eyes were filled with tears.

“It’s exactly the flavor I remember,” Edmund said excitedly.

Sophia was taken aback and asked, “Mr. Sterling, why are you crying? Is it bad? You don’t have to eat it if you don’t like it.”

She was worried that Edmund might be forcing himself to spare her feelings.

Edmund wiped his eyes and said, “No, the bread is amazing. Sophie, what did you put in it to make it taste like this?”

Sophia was shocked and replied, “I promise, I didn’t add anything strange or weird.”

Seeing her reaction, Edmund quickly assured her, “You don’t have to be scared. I’m not upset at all.”

Sophia relaxed a bit and went on, “I used a little white pepper powder and some salt to bring out the flavor. That’s all.”

“I see,” Edmund exclaimed.

He thought, ‘No wonder all the cooks I hired over the years could never recreate my mother’s bread recipe. None of them added white pepper powder. That’s the missing ingredient all along

Edmund said with a sigh, “I’ve missed this flavor for decades. Today, I finally got to taste it once more.”

Sophia gazed at him in amazement. She thought, ‘So Richard wasn’t kidding when he said Edmund had to eat acorn bread every year. Edmund is trying to taste that old memory again!

“Mr. Sterling, if you like them that much, I’ll make them for you more often,” Sophia offered.

Edmund shook his head and said with a smile, “You’re thoughtful, but I can’t keep accepting these from you. We’re not family, after all. Wouldn’t it be awkward if I had you doing this all the time?”

Sophia paused, taken aback. She thought, ‘Wait, what does he mean by that? Did I overstep?”

“It’s no trouble at all, Mr. Sterling,” Sophia reassured him. “I’m a pretty good cook. Here, try the acorn pancakes I made.”

Edmund set aside the remaining half of his bread and picked up his fork to savor the acorn pancakes, which tasted exactly as he remembered.

“Sophie,” Edmund said, “your husband is no good. Why not divorce him? If you do, I’ll help you find a real decent man who knows how to treat you right.”

Edmund thought, ‘It’s such a waste for a sweet, kind–hearted girl like Sophie to be tied to Lucas.’

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