Eliza stared at the bowl in front of her, realizing she couldn't possibly finish it all. "How about I share some with you?"

"Sure thing." Juan turned and headed to the kitchen, returning with a bowl for Eliza. "When it comes to real friendship, it's us who get it. Mr. Casper, on the other hand, is just too stingy." Casper: ...

"Juan, could you have a bit of shame? Was this pasta even meant for you?"

With an innocent look, Juan sighed, "I'm hungry, so let's forget about my shame for now."

"You..."

Eliza looked up at Casper. "You should have some too."

She took the bowl and divided the pasta into three portions. One for each, to avoid any squabbling.

"Mr. Casper, come join us. It's the least we can do to appreciate your hard work." Juan pulled up a chair for Casper.

upset. But for

back now and come over tomorrow." He was worried the Smith family might cause more trouble. After all, Eliza was a woman. She might not be able to handle it. "Alright then, you must be exhausted." Eliza didn't

of enthusiasm, taking a few bites of her

he cleaned it up too. Having lived abroad for many years, he was tired of eating hamburgers and steaks

night, Juan stayed

many things, especially about Mikey. When Lynn had sent Mikey back to Falconridge, he didn't even bring a change of clothes, let alone

probably

glanced

worth much." An old dormitory building, even if sold, would only fetch a few thousand dollars at most. Besides, Lynn's son couldn't possibly take all that money. "Then..." Juan slapped his thigh, "...they might know about the money Casper gave you, concocting a reason to claim it as Mikey's inheritance, wanting a share?" People can be unimaginably

was taken aback.

not something the Smith family could just decide to take a portion of. At most, She could agree to give a share of this

couldn't

unreasonable demands.

the Smith family shows up, I'll handle it." Juan, after all, was a man. He could reason with them, and if things got rough, he wasn't

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