Two people turned their gaze toward the door in unison.

There stood Lisa, toting a Hermes bag, arms crossed as she leaned against the doorframe. Her eyes were filled with mockery and disdain.

Ann, however, jumped up in surprise, excitement mixed with a hint of joy in her eyes. "Lisa, you're back?"

Seeing Lisa brought delight to Ann. After all, she held deep affection for this daughter. For over twenty years, she had almost single-handedly raised her, facing countless hardships and challenges. Unfortunately, she hadn't been able to provide a comfortable life due to financial struggles. John's drinking and gambling left a deep scar on them. Through the years, Ann and Lisa moved from place to place, enduring hardships together. Ann carried a deep sense of guilt towards Lísa, believing her daughter's estrangement was due to her own shortcomings as a mother. Her lack of education meant she couldn't provide the guidance Lisa needed. As a mother, she felt like she had failed completely. Yet, deep down, she loved Lisa dearly, even though they weren't related by blood.

Ann asked with concern, "Lisa, have you had lunch yet?"

Lisa strutted in, swinging her hips. "I've been treated so poorly, I haven't even had a chance to eat."

quickly replied, "Let's eat together, I'll grab

"No thanks, I'm not eating this measly fare. I'll

of confusion and embarrassment. She stood

cold. "If you're not eating, Lisa, then leave. Don't come here acting like a

twenty years, and

know this is your home, too. Have you ever come back after returning to the Meadows family? You've already turned

I wouldn't come back. Only someone like you would think this place is worth anything. Yes, this was your home, so you

and headed to the kitchen. Chloe looked at Lisa coolly. She had no interest in engaging with someone like her. "Lisa, what do you want by coming here today?" Lisa stared Chloe down, "Where's the emerald pendant? The pink one

"What's that got to

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