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Yoselin eyed the table's offerings with little enthusiasm. After trying a bit, she grimaced and remarked, "Yasmine, this soup is just terrible."

"You. What do you mean by that?" Donna shot up instantly, glaring at Yoselin with anger. Even though Yoselin was the eldest of the Russell family, Donna couldn't keep putting up with it.

Yoselin sneered, "I don't mean anything by it. I'm just speaking the truth, or are you not allowing people to be honest?"

Donna, used to playing coy, grabbed Morgan's arm and pouted, "Morgan, did you hear what she just said? So rude and

"Who are you calling

rude a. nered?" Yoselin shot

a cold look at Donna. No one had ever dared to speak to y

that before.

fresher

"Morgan, you heard it, right? I'm not trying to start anything, it's her problem. Donna looked at Morgan innocently, tears still clinging to her eyes.

Yoselin thought such a ploy was beneath her, reminiscent of the old

in his

felt the urge to argue but stopped when she noticed Morgan's look. She recalled Aunt Ivette's words before coming: Morgan might appear cold, but he's really gentle, especially toward Yasmine, whom he treats like a little sister. Morgan, a perfect gentleman, had always been their grandmother's pride. After catching a fleeting

time doing this. If it's not good, of course Ms. Russell and Donna would dislike me. I'll try to learn "Morgan, it's my better,"

his fork down. "I'm

noticed that his bowl was still mostly full, and her cousin Morgan looked visibly impatient. She could tell he was on the

to chase after

study to take care of some work. Let's not bother him." Donna looked Yasmine up and down, her tone indifferent, "What I want to do is none of your business, alright?

She realized she couldn't rush things; Morgan's bad impression of her dated back to

much better now than when she was home; at least she wasn't prone to sudden episodes anymore. Her dependence on Yasmine was unimaginably strong.

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"Of course, now get

off the light, and the world

was getting heavy. Yvette stood in front of the full-length mirror, anxiety

since I last saw you. I've

and my mom made all this food. They're both worried sick about you and the baby, fearing you're not eating well here. My mom wishes she could send you all sorts of soups every

aroma. One was filled with braised pork made by Melissa, the other with black chicken soup from Selena. They'd both packed in loads of ingredients, determined to ensure Yvette got all the

her eyes, she held Xavier's hand tightly, her voice catching

found himself speechless under her loving gaze, so he skirted around it, asking instead, "How've you been?" He smoothly slipped

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