Chapter 1858 The Defiant Madame Grace - Part 1

• At the Spirit Bridge, wisps of smoke drifted from a modest courtyard where a young girl in a simple linen dress stood before a large pot. Her expression was blank as she stirred the contents with a wooden spoon.
• Madame Maya observed from a distance, her face scrunched in discomfort. "This smells terrible," she muttered under her breath. "Even if it doesn't taste good, it should at least smell appetizing."
• With a resigned sigh, she poured the last bit of soup from her pot into a single bowl—just enough for one serving.