The Bound Between Us

Chapter 753

Clarissa had a knack for conversation that left the Brown family blushing, skillfully hitting them with her words. Jason was stunned; he'd never seen his mom use her words as weapons like this before. Each remark was as sharp as a knife wrapped in silk-uncomfortable, yet hard to call out.

With a smile on her face, Clarissa's verbal jabs hit home, and the Browns had no choice but to sit and take it. Malia took the chance to escape, "I think there's some soup left in the kitchen. I'll go grab it. You all start without me."

"I'll help you, Mom," Alisa said, clearly feeling the heat from Clarissa, and followed her into the kitchen. Once there, their masks came off.

Malia, simmering with anger, whispered, "Did you catch what Clarissa was hinting at? She's basically saying because I don't have a son, we're all living off hers. Who does she think she's kidding?"

Though boiling inside, Malia kept her voice low, letting out her frustrations quietly. The more she talked, the angrier she got. "Alisa, if you marry into the Morton family, you'll have to fight someone like Clarissa."

Alisa, still sore about Clarissa suggesting divorced men as matches, narrowed her eyes and said, "If she doesn't want me in her family, I'll make it my mission to get in. Let's see who outlasts who."

Malia's fighting spirit was contagious. Pulling out a small packet, she said, "This is what your father and I got. Pour it into the soup and serve it."

was curious,

Malia smirked, "Sleeping powder."

was puzzled. "Even with Clarissa here,

up in your bed. That'll show Clarissa what's what," Malia declared, pouring the sedative into

the table, Clarissa was still going strong, leaving Daniel so embarrassed he looked like he'd swallowed something

announced with a smile. "This meatball soup is delicious. Jason, Clarissa, let me serve you a bowl.

Aunt Malia," Jason

Malia served them, Isla, drawn by the aroma, reached for a bowl, "Grandma, I want

feigning nonchalance, "The pot's running low, sweetie. I'll get you some

because of his job, Jason noticed something off about Alisa's behavior. Clarissa, oblivious, sipped her soup, continuing her sharp- tongued exchange with Daniel

This meatball soup is

can be blunt, but she means well. Please don't take her

worries, Jason. We're family. No need to stand on