Trust!

The dining room.

Kiba sat across the dining table with his chin resting on his hands. He observed the owner of the house with disappointment.

"You are an ungrateful husband!" Kiba remarked with a heavy sigh. "All I did was help your wife by ensuring her milk didn't go to waste, and yet, you misunderstood my noble intentions!"

"!@#$" Athol muttered a series of curses.

When he stated the name of his ex-wife - Saskia - he didn't expect the only impression Kiba would have of him was as an ungrateful husband!

Her milk doesn't go to waste?!

Are you some milkman on a mission to conserve all the milk in this world?!

Misunderstanding?!

What was there to misunderstand when I caught you red-handed?! I had seen how you squeezed, fondled, and kneaded her tits! So what exactly did I misunderstand?!

As for help... excuse me, but what help?!

"Sucking on my wife's breasts is not help!" Athol shouted.