The doorbell rang.

Just as Becca was about to get up to open the door, Devon Yates said, "Stay put; I'm done eating. I'll get the door."

Devon stood up and walked out.

"Dude, can you save me some grub?"

Cecilia watched her brother wolf down the food and couldn't help but say it in exasperation.

"First come, first served. I'm not saving anything for anyone."

Hudson said, pushing the food toward his sister.

Then he praised their mother: "Mom, your cooking is dope. I could eat it all day, every day, and never get sick of it."

"Oh really? Who was it then that was making excuses to go out for breakfast when I cooked the same thing for a month straight?"

"Mom, it was my brother. He was complaining to me at that time, saying he was so sick of eating the same thing all the time that he wanted to barf."

Hudson: "Cecilia!"

She betrayed him!

Becca shot her son a dirty look. "Now let me see you barf."

"Mom, I love your cooking; I really do. You make the best food. Cecilia, don't talk nonsense."


Hudson said, grinning at Becca, then quickly grabbed a piece of toast and a glass of milk from the table and rushed out.

Becca tried to smack his hand with a utensil, but missed.

"Haha, you missed."

Hudson walked out, breakfast in hand, looking smug. He was running late for work.

His sister had it easy.

leisurely have her breakfast, sip her coffee, read the tabloids, and still be on time for work

all the milk he

"Grandpa!"

Hudson chuckled awkwardly.

down at his clothes, then glared at his

didn't mean

and still can't act your

then suddenly changed the subject. "There are some shady characters at our doorstep. Grab a stick


characters? Where did they come from?

to his grandfather, then bit into his toast and picked

stick, only to find several tall men, each carrying a bunch of packages. They

held up his stick and

Owen looked very embarrassed.

one who

came to answer the door, he greeted

Devon scolded him, told him off, and closed the yard gate

Owen was extremely embarrassed.

Devon would not only yell

moment, then decided to leave with his bodyguards. Just

turned around happily, only to see a burly man charging at

with Hudson's might, Owen didn't know whether to dodge or let


opened his mouth, the toast

on the piece of toast

gave an awkward

the stick, but it was too long. If he put it down, he might hit Owen

run into it on her way to work, so I wanted to chase it away. It looks like Mr. Martinez has

off."

Mr. Martinez, please step

Owen did as told.

he was stepping back, Hudson bent down to pick up the toast from

before deciding

stick and saw Owen and

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