Chapter 743:

Leading Harlee to the table, Skyla first presented a bowl of soup and then proceeded to fill her plate with an assortment of dishes.

“Harlee, give it a taste,” she said with a hopeful smile.

“Nyomi and I have refined this recipe several times. It’s certainly edible, I assure you.”

Harlee cupped the soup in her hands, her ears filled with Skyla’s lively banter, and felt a surge of warmth flood her chest.

Harlee tasted the soup with a light sip. It was distinctly unremarkable in flavor, yet there was an inexplicable comfort in its warmth. Perhaps it was the infusion of a mother’s love that elevated the humble meal to something profoundly soothing.

Harlee raised her hand slightly, reaching across the table to tenderly grasp Skyla’s.

“Mom, this soup is wonderful. I really love it,” she murmured, her voice soft with genuine appreciation.

Harlee’s words, Skyla’s eyes brimmed with fresh tears. Overcome with emotion,

repeatedly,

worries about the distance between Harlee and Skyla, but now, watching this heartfelt reunion, it seemed the emotional walls that had once divided them were dissolving. Nothing else mattered at

the shadowed corner of the living room, Etta stood rigid, her gaze locked on the touching scene in the

and angry, her fists balled up and hidden in

chapters

mending their frayed ties. Yet, each conversation with Skyla dredged up mentions of Harlee, and now, Etta found herself a witness to a

Etta

wall, the sound muffled by her desire to remain undiscovered. She had no choice but to

for

an eerie crimson glow, bore into Harlee with a stare

from the kitchen, her gaze

cautious, Callie hastened toward Etta’s

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