Chapter 381

---- Chapter 381 "Yes," Giselle said with a smile. "Mrs. Kane wants to test my cooking skills, doesn't she? Well, butchering a chicken counts as cooking too. Why not let everyone watch and see how I do?" Jenna still looked uneasy, but Giselle ignored her hesitation. She carried the rooster into the kitchen, picked up a butcher's knife and a stainless -steel bowl, then returned to the grand, luxurious living room. "Mrs. Kane," Giselle said pleasantly to Dorothea, "Don needs chicken soup often to keep up his strength. Why don't I take care of this one today, starting with the butchering?

You can judge for yourself whether I pass the test." Dorothea, along with Ethan and Grace, stared at her in stunned silence. However , Donovan only grew more frustrated . He frowned and said firmly, "Stop fooling around. Let Jenna handle it. 'We're going home. This dinner doesn't matter anymore." "Stay out of this," Giselle said without glancing his way. With steady hands, she seized the rooster's wings, turned it upside down, and stripped a patch of feathers from its neck. She quickly found the vein, held it tight to stop the bird from struggling, then lifted the knife.

Without the slightest hesitation, she sliced it clean. 'The rooster convulsed, flapped wildly a few times, then went ---- limp. Blood streamed into the bowl in a steady flow. The once- lively bird was already turning into dinner. Everyone in the Kane family froze in disbelief. The way she did it-clean, efficient, and almost professional -was unnerving, to watch. After all, slaughtering poultry was usually a bloody chore left to the male chef. Even Jenna, who handled plenty of hard work, had never dared to take the knife herself.

Yet Giselle, a woman who looked so polished and refined, struck without hesitation and bled the chicken right there in front of them. The sight was truly unsettling. At that moment, Dorothea caught sight of the ruthlessness hidden in Giselle's character . She remembered how the girl had once crawled into a sewer to rescue a cat. Thinking of that, Dorothea's expression grew more complicated. However , Donovan was unfazed. He had already seen her do things far bolder. Besides , with her veterinary background , she was used to handling animals. Killing a chicken was hardly difficult for her.

Donovan noticed her hands stained with blood and a few drops splattered across her face. Unable to help himself, he pulled out a wet wipe and gently cleaned her hands. "That's enough. Don't get yourself all messy," he murmured. "T'm fine. It's time to pluck the feathers," Giselle said lightly. Once the blood had drained, she asked Jenna to take the bowl ---- to prepare hot water, then carried the lifeless bird back toward the kitchen. In the living room, Dorothea and the others sat frozen for a long moment before they finally returned to their seats.

Grace was the first to shatter the silence. "Mom, that temptress did it on purpose. She wanted to put on a show just to disgust us. Did you see the way she handled that knife? "She looked more like a farmhand than a woman froma respectable family. And forgive me for being blunt, but if she ever snaps and turns that knife on Don, we'll regret it when it's too late," she said.