Irene placed a basin of water before Lucas.

"Mr. Lucas, the things I said to Mr. Sam… they were not true. You know how people say things they don't mean when they are angry. I think that as long as you work hard, you won't be worse than Mr. Noah or Mr. Sam."

Lucas finished washing his hands. He said coolly, "I don't care about your opinions on any of us."

"That's good. Mr. Lucas, you should be like that. Just focus on your studies. Don't care about what other people say." Irene placed the basin aside and spooned some soup into a bowl for Lucas. "Mr. Lucas, you have to eat more. If you don't, I'll be embarrassed to take my pay."

Lucas was speechless.

Cooking a single meal was indeed easy work.

Lucas did not have a huge appetite. Usually, Irene only needed to cook up two dishes and a soup.

"Mr. Lucas, are you good in foreign languages?" Irene asked when he had finished his food and began drinking his soup. "If you're going to Edelweiss, you have to learn their language."

Lucas