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    Brenna tousled Patrick’s hair, handing him a container and a box of yogurt. “I’ll start bringing you something delicious more often, then.”


    With a teasing grin, Ellie took the beef patties and yogurt, throwing a yful nce at her son. “You are lying. Aren’t you always bragging about how amazing our chef is?”


    Patrick took a big bite, clearly savoring the vors. “Honestly, Mom, I said that because our chef’s cooking skills are better than yours. Brenna’s family chef is in a league of their own.”


    Ellie took a bite, then shed a thoughtful smile. “This really is delicious. Maybe it’s time we started looking for someone new in our kitchen.”


    Patrick was bursting with excitement after hearing that. “We definitely should!”


    Once they’d polished off the snacks, the group piled into the car and made their way to the seafood ce.


    “Brenna, everything at school feels too basic for me. What should I do?” Patrick said to Brenna in the car, looking frustrated. “I’m bored in every ss, the lessons are dull, and I already know all the material.”


    Brenna looked at him, impressed. “That’s an easy fix. Why not skip a grade? Just ask your dad to handle it.”


    Patrick lit up and nodded. “That’s exactly what Dad suggested!”


    His curiosity bubbled over. “Brenna, have you started working on anything cool? I’ve yed with every toy I have, and I’m getting bored.”<fn8d83> This text is hosted at FιndNovel</fn8d83>


    Augh escaped Brenna. “Let me guess, you’ve heard something from your dad, haven’t you?”


    A faint blush crept up Patrick’s cheeks as he admitted, “He told me you’re building some advanced robots. Can you give me one when you’re done?”


    “Absolutely,” Brenna replied with a wink. “You’ll be the first to get your hands on it.”


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    When they arrived at their favorite seafood spot, the waiter came over with a wide smile, rmending the imported tuna and lobster to Brenna and Ellie. Brenna skimmed the menu, quickly ordering her favorite dishes and adding the tuna and lobster the waiter had suggested.


    Patrick sat quietly, every so often reaching over to gently touch his mother’s stomach.


    Soon, tters of seafood began to fill the table.


    When the server brought their food, she seemed uneasy the moment her gazended on Brenna. She set the tes down in a rush, eyes averted, then slipped away as quickly as possible.


    Brenna didn’t notice it, her attention fixed on a text exchange with Ethan. Still, she sensed that something was off.


    After the server had left, Ellie nudged Brenna gently and lowered her voice. “Wasn’t that Sylvie? What’s she doing waiting tables here?”


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