"Hi, Landon. Hi, Uncle Preston."

Zoe stopped right in front of them. A sweet smile came across her face. She was pretending to be nice.

"Oh, hey, Zoe! Are you feeling better?" Preston asked, pretending to be concerned.

"I'm much better. Thanks for asking, Uncle Preston."

"That's good to hear. You're a precious one in the Harper family. Your Grandpa and mother would be sad if anything bad happened to you!" Preston uttered these words for Landon to hear.

Following that, he shot Zoe a look before walking away while humming a tune.

"What are you doing here?" Landon glared at her frigidly.

"I made some chicken soup for Grandpa, so I'm bringing it to him while it's still hot."

Zoe blinked. She had an innocent look in her eyes. "Landon, you're not going to stop me from being nice to Grandpa, are you?"

and icy gaze narrowed as he raised his hand, pointing dominantly

started racing out of fear. Her hands, which were carrying the tray, trembled

I will rip off that dishonest tongue of yours and break your damn legs.

bumped her out of the way and left with

was as if he was unshakable. Through gritted teeth, she muttered, "Let's see

wiped off the gloomy expression from her face and put on

here to see

at the sight of Zoe. He

chicken soup. I made it especially for you,

"This soup is best eaten when you're in a bad mood. It nourishes your body and helps soothe your heart. Try

know that I was in a bad mood, Zoe?" Cornelius put a spoonful of soup into his

came to see you. I also noticed that you looked like you had a lot on your mind when I walked in. There's also this invitation card on the table. It's from Landon

seems like they

is

my only grandson, but that lady from

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