?Chapter 651: Harlee wasnt about to shatter the childs innocence, so instead, she patiently listened to Evas endless chatter.
When Evita, apanied by Valentina, arrived, they saw Harlee being led by a little one, a faint smile of happiness on her face.
The sight stood in stark contrast to the coldness Harlee directed at them.
Valentinas eyes were the first tond on Harlee, and her face immediately soured.
Her grip on Evitas arm ckened as irritation crept in.
Valentina had assumed that once word of Sks ingratitude spread, the inte would unleash its fury, branding her as cold-hearted and undeserving.
But reality had thrown her a curveball.
Sk wasnt shunned as she had predicted.
Instead, the tables had turned against the Juarez family.
The silver lining, however, had been the five-day live stream, which had earned them some money.
Enough to afford a shopping spree, at least.
But before Valentina could indulge, she found herself caught in an unpleasant encounter.
She stared at Harlee, her eyes dark with dissatisfaction, bitterness, and envy.
The bankruptcy of the Juarez family had sent her life into a downward spiral.
After severing ties with her daughter, even basic indulgences like a new purse had be luxuries she could no longer afford.
And without the means to care for herself, she had even lost weight.
In contrast, Harlee seemed rosier than ever, a stark contrast to when Valentina had firstid eyes on her at the Sanderson estate.
gα?ησν????????s, where the best stories live Now, Harlee radiated confidence, clearly thriving under someones attentive care.
Still supporting Evita, Valentinas mind spun with a wicked n.
She leaned closer and whispered, Evita, lets go greet Harlee.
After all, you are still her grandmother… Evita shared the same thought and quietly followed Valentina over.
With a softugh, Harlee handed Eva her ice cream.
As Harlee nced up, her eyes locked with Evitas and Valentinas, her lips curling into a cold smile.
Her gaze hardened as itnded on Valentina, whose false friendliness barely concealed the malice beneath.
Harlees thoughts flickered, wondering if it was time to deal with them once and for all.
Eva suddenly wrapped her arms around Harlees leg, her face a picture of innocence.
Harlee, can I have another bite of ice cream? Harlee smiled softly, her fingers running through Evas fluffy hair.
No, sweetie, youve already had half a cone.
How about we go to your favorite restaurant? Evas eyes lit up, her disappointment vanishing as quickly as it came.
Evitas brows knitted as she watched the child chatting animatedly with Harlee.
Though she couldnt ce the child, something about the child felt oddly familiar.
Evita immediately asked, Harlee, whose child is this? You should try asking more politely, Harlee replied before looking down at Eva.
Eva, what does your teacher say about how to ask questions? Eva red at Evita and replied with exaggerated emphasis, Use please! .
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