“You—”

Cordelia took a step forward, “Sister, we’re the Jenners. We’re from the same family. We’re together in weal and woe. You being humiliated would mean that dad is also humiliated. If you want to throw a tantrum at me in the future, do it somewhere that’s just us. You can do whatever you want to me. But never humiliate dad in public!”

Yelena turned pale. She stared right at her.

Cordelia’s every word struck the crucial points. No matter how dumb Yelena was, she dared not lash out at the moment.

“Hah, I never thought you pretended to be carefree before, yet you’re brutal when you fight!”

Cordelia looked cold as she enunciated each word. “I just want to be at peace with you.”

Yelena turned around and left after a scoff.

Watching her leave, Cordelia accidentally peeped at William’s pleased face.

She suddenly felt a little sad.

In reality, Cordelia and Yelena were just chess pieces that were played. What was the meaning of winning?

“Dad, I’m going back

you, Cordelia! Do well, and you’ll definitely have

looked like she did not care. However, there

was moody when she returned home

while humming to a tune. He showed

well did I

her the fruit of his labor throughout the entire

around—she was

chores. He had done a terrible

balcony. However, instead of saying that he had “folded” them, it made more sense to say that

had not put the things back in the

to be something cooking in

in excitement, bringing out a pot and plates. Cordelia looked at it—it

half a year ago, he could not cook many dishes. Spaghetti was a

when she saw him sweating but excited. She caressed his neck and fell into his embrace like a kitten. She was indulging in the joy and stability despite the cooking smell

we just got married? I’d have to serve you and cook for you when I got

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