"Look at what you've done!"

Leonard was furious. "Now you're into street racing?! Who taught you that?! Do you have a death wish?"

"Rachel taught me."

Jill secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As expected, her dad still loved her. He didn't even care that it was his brand-new car.

Now that her worries were gone, the mischievous side of Daddy's little girl came out.

"Rachel loves street racing the most."

Adam couldn't help but smirk.

That was actually not wrong.

Rachel was a textbook example of a reckless driver—poor skills but a love for speeding.

After Monica's father felt guilty for how he had treated her, he gave her his Porsche. Everyone had taken a turn driving it—except Rachel.

They all agreed to keep it a secret from her.

Because Monica didn't trust Rachel.

When Rachel eventually found out, she snatched the keys, took the car onto the highway, and immediately got pulled over. In the end, she avoided punishment by batting her eyelashes at the cop.

So yeah, Jill wasn't exactly lying.

She really had learned from her big sister Rachel—just like all those little tricks of acting cute, whining, and playing the innocent victim.

After all, Rachel had always been Leonard's favorite.

And since Rachel's tactics worked so well on Dad, Jill naturally picked up the habit of following in her big sister's footsteps.

"…"

Leonard clearly had the same realization. His anger faltered for a moment before he scowled and said, "Those are all the bad habits your sister developed! Why can't you learn from her good ones? She stopped taking my money ages ago and worked her way up to a management position at a big company! Why don't you try that?"

"I'm still young," Jill muttered.

"You're not that young."

Adam couldn't help but chime in, "When Rachel was your age, she was already working as a waitress."

"That's because she was stupid," Jill scoffed. "Wasted all that time, only to give up in the end. Even now, after working her butt off for a year, how much can she actually make? How many designer bags can she even buy?"

Adam's mouth twitched. He had no rebuttal.

Sure, Rachel had climbed up to a management position, but she was still low-level. Her salary wasn't bad, but it was nowhere near enough for a luxury lifestyle.

Jill's words—though blunt—weren't exactly wrong.

She had a keen sense for these things. Just by looking at Rachel's outfits over the years, she already had an idea of her financial situation.

Making money wasn't easy.

And Jill? She had a great dad. Being born into privilege was her greatest talent—so why should she work herself to death, only to end up living a worse life?

"Rachel can support herself."

Leonard felt a sharp pain in his chest and snapped, "Even if I died, she'd be just fine. But you? Could you survive?"

"Daddy will always be forty! You'll never grow old or die~"

Jill lifted one leg and pounced into Leonard's arms, playfully snuggling up to him.

"Enough nonsense!"

Leonard gave her a light smack on the head. He sounded annoyed, but his expression softened, and a hint of a smile appeared. "Does it still hurt?"

"Of course, it does."

Jill kept whining, making Adam cringe with secondhand embarrassment.

But Leonard? He was eating it up.

She was his precious little girl, after all. A few sweet words, and nothing was unforgivable.

Leonard was nearly sixty, had been divorced from Sandra for years, and was always busy with work. He had no resistance to his youngest daughter's affection.

"Learn from your big sister, Rachel."

Leonard doted on Jill as he advised her, "Make some good friends. Stop hanging out with troublemakers. You're already in your twenties."

Louise, standing nearby, looked awkward but didn't dare say a word.

When Leonard got angry, it wasn't just Jill who was scared—her whole friend group was.

Aside from Leonard's natural authority as a veteran heart surgeon, there was another reason: they all owed him favors.

In their social circle, Jill was basically a walking credit card. That yacht? Just one example.

"I know, I know."

Jill pouted, clearly just humoring him.

"Rachel invited me to dinner tomorrow night."

Leonard smiled and turned to Adam. "I haven't seen her in a while. You should come too, Adam."

"No, thanks."

Adam's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly declined. "You know I don't have time. Besides, you two haven't seen each other in a while—spend some quality time together. If I'm there, Rachel might feel embarrassed to act spoiled around you."

"Fair enough."

Leonard nodded in agreement, looking forward to the dinner.

Jill made a face like, Rachel's in her thirties and still acts like a little girl? Seriously?

Adam quietly sighed in relief.

If his guess was right, Rachel inviting Leonard to dinner probably had something to do with her pregnancy.

That was a mess he wanted no part of.

Yep.

Even though Adam had already told Rachel and Ross they should stop messing around—after all, they had a baby on the way and should just get remarried—Rachel did have that thought.

Being a single mom wasn't easy. And when the kid inevitably asked, *Where's Daddy?*—instant tears.

But Ross? He wasn't the same Ross anymore.

In short: He had embraced his wild side.

When Rachel tried to test the waters, he hit her with a casual, "Neither of us actually want to get married again, right?"

And just like that, conversation over.

The truth was, he had already hooked up with a woman from Monica's wedding and was having the time of his life. No way he'd give that up for Rachel.

Out with the old, in with the new.

Adam didn't believe for a second that Ross was oblivious to Rachel's intentions.

He just didn't care anymore.

Rachel, the once-untouchable goddess, was now just a familiar old friend to him.

And if Ross didn't care, Leonard definitely would.

His precious daughter got pregnant, and Ross didn't even want to marry her?

Letting her suffer alone while he lived it up with other women?

That's a 50-knives situation—Ross could pick where 49 landed, but the last one? That was Leonard's choice.

And Adam had no interest in watching that massacre unfold.

Because in these kinds of bloodbaths, even bystanders could get caught in the fire.

"Jill, we're going home."

Leonard supported Jill as they walked out.

"We're best friends," Louise suddenly said, pulling a card from her purse and slipping it into Adam's hand. "The best kind."

Then, with a seductive look, she added, "So… call me~"

With a toss of her hair, she quickly followed Jill.

Adam twitched.

He wasn't an amateur.

He knew exactly what she meant.

But he wasn't interested.

Nope. Not one bit.

"Bianca, we're off work!"

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