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Although Ivan had lowered his voice and avoided Betty when handing over the invitation, Celeste understood everything perfectly.

She replied, “I know.”

Betty and Martha were close friends. By right, Martha would attend Betty’s birthday celebration.

However, since Martha was older than Betty, according to their customs, elderly guests older than the birthday celebrant would not attend.

For the past few years, Betty’s birthdays had not been grand affairs. It was just a simple family dinner.

And in all those years, Trevor had never once attended Betty’s birthday. He excused himself by saying he was busy from the beginning.

But Celeste knew that even if he had free time–enough to go out and have fun with friends–he still wouldn’t show up.

Even so, every year as Betty’s birthday approached, she would always hold onto a bit of hope and ask him in advance if he was available, if he could accompany her back to the Rodriguez residence to celebrate.

But every time, she was met with disappointment. This year, she didn’t want to ask Trevor anymore. However, this year was different–it was Betty’s 70th birthday, and Ivan had invited many business partners. Besides the fact that she and Trevor weren’t officially divorced yet, even if they were, given the deep friendship between the two old ladies, the Fleming family still had to be invited.

or

own place. But thinking about this, she turned the steering wheel and

Martha had some matters to attend to, she had gone back

set down her bag and

out of the bathroom, she heard the sound of a car pulling up outside.

remained unfazed and simply sat down to dry

was home, Jordyn was the first to run upstairs. She rushed straight into the

carried the scent of

a simple hum. She turned off the hairdryer and

her head. “Not

past ten. Go take a

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finished speaking, Trevor walked into the bedroom. Their

glanced at him briefly before coldly looking

moment, Jordyn tried to pull her up from the chair. “Mom, help

“Alright. Let me dry my hair

off to her room