bChapter /b93

bKyle /brattled off his b“/border” at lightning speed, as if I really were their family’s dedicated chef.

bI /braised an eyebrow slightly, suppressing the urge to roll imy /ibeyes/bb. /b“Are you here to order from a restaurant?TM

b“/bIsn’t this what you’re supposed to do?”

bKyle /blooked at me with a pair of delicate but mean eyes. “During family gatherings before, weren’t you always helping out in the kitchen? My mom said you were quite diligent then.”

Iughed coldly. What he called “helping out” was clearly me volunteering to help, but in their eyes it had be a matter of course.

Looking at his arrogant demeanor, I suddenly didn’t want to indulge him anymore.

“Too bad.” I said with a smile, b“/bI’m not part of your family nowb, /band I’m certainly not your family’s chefb./bb” /b

Kyle was stunned, clearly not expecting me to respond this way.

He said angrily. “How dare you talk to me like that! I’m going to tell Mom and Uncle! Have you thrown out of our house.”

Be my guest.”

With that, I stepped around him, leaving him standing there with his face alternating between red and white.

He called out to me: “Hey! Are you seriousb?/bb” /b

ignored him, but unexpectedly he chased after me.

Kyle’s eyes darted around. “Hey, actually I heard you on the phone. You’re going skiing?”

Mm, in a few bdays/bb./bb” /b

kyle: “I want to go too! Take me with you.”

said without hesitation: “No, I don’t have time.”

yle suddenly sat down on the ground and started crying and making a fuss: “No! I just want to go. Aurora, please take me, okay?”

stood there, watching him sit on the ground with his face flushed red, throwing a tantrum, crying heartbreakingly with snot and tears all over his face.

his seven–year–old child had learned from an early age to use emotions to control everyone around him.

I don’t care! If you don’t take me, I’ll tell Uncle that you bullied me!”

yle shouted loudlyb, /btrying to use threats to gainpliance.

remained unmoved: “Kyle, this isn’t the first time you’ve done this. You can go tell anyone whatever you want to say. I won’t amodate you in everything ust because I’m afraid anymoreb./bb” /b

If you really want to go, have your mother Hathaway take you.”

With that, I turned and left.

Kyle didn’t call again either.

From what I knew of him, he was probably very angry and had already gone to tattle.

didn’t bcare/b. I went bto /bthe mall and bought some skiing equipment.

The next day.

When bI /bbwoke /bup, Evan called again asking bif /bI needed him to send a car to pick me up.

bI /bdeclined. After breakfast, I drove to the ski resort.

When I arrived at the ski resort, Evan and Liz were already there.

Seeing me, Liz pushed away Evan’s hand and ran toward me happily: “Auntie!”

After Liz threw herself into my arms, I hugged her gently. Looking at Liz’s upturned smiling face, I touched her cheek: “Liz seems to have grown a little taller, and there’s more baby fat on her face. She’s even more beautiful.”

Hearing my praise, Liz nodded happily: “Mm! bI’ve /bbeen eating lots of meat.”

I smiled, and just as I was about to speak, Liz suddenly pulled out a crystal keychain from her pocket: “Auntie, this is for you.”

The keychain was a miniature pink cat bag with a white kitten inside, very unique.

I smiled and hung the keychain on my bag, saying: “It’s very pretty. I like it very much. Thank you, Lizb./b”

Hearing that I liked it, Liz became even happier, pulling me insideb: /b“Auntie, let’s go skiing.”

Me: “Okay.”

Seeing them go inside, Evan asked me: “Did you eat breakfast? We brought breakfast for you. If you haven’t eaten yet, would you like ito /ieat something first?”

Hearing the concern in his words, I paused, feeling somewhat strange.

In my impression, Evan had always been mysterious and aloof. Did he actually have such a caring side?