Aiden's POV
"Pack the food into the tray and give it to me," I commanded, barking the order at the head maid in the kitchen. "I will be taking Alina her breakfast myself."
"What the hell do you mean, you're serving Alina breakfast?"
I didn't even need to turn around to know the source of the screeching voice. Emily stood at the entrance of the dining area, her face twisted in absolute disgust. "Are you actually being serious right now, Aiden?"
I turned to her, my expression deadpan and entirely unbothered by her rising volume. "It is none of your business, Emily. Alina wants her food in bed, so it is only right that I serve her."
Emily's eyes widened to the size of saucers. "It's right that you serve her? Can you even hear yourself? And you're doing this in front of the entire household staff, Aiden! You want to go play waiter to your ex-wife?"
"Don't make this a massive issue, because I don't have the godforsaken time for your dramatics," I snapped.
