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    Elsa walked over, her words spilling out in frustration to Brenna and Ethan. “She’s just over three months old—just past a hundred days! And already they’re feeding her egg yolks? How could a baby that young digest that? The form has every nutrient she needs. But no, they insist on solids. What if her stomach can’t take it? She’ll be the one to suffer! Young people don’t know a thing. They listen to some nonsense ande back telling me I’m the one doing it all wrong. It’s maddening.”


    The baby’s wails rose higher, filling the room.


    Rosanna squared her shoulders, refusing to yield. “She’s about four months old now. This is when solids are supposed to start.”


    Neither woman gave ground.


    Atst, Brenna stepped in, catching hold of both their arms to stop them. “Enough! You’re scaring the baby.”


    Rosanna and Elsa mped their mouths shut at the same moment.


    Brenna had no desire to be pulled into their drama, yet she spoke up anyway. “Enough already. If you’re unsure about solids, let a doctor decide. There’s a clinic nearby—go together tomorrow and follow whatever the doctor rmends.”


    Rosanna shot Elsa a pointed re, her frustration in.


    She turned toward Brenna, her voice strained. “I did ask the doctor at the clinic about this, and I even researched it online before giving Emmie solids. But Elsa refuses to believe me and keeps picking fights with me. I’m sick of it.”


    Elsa caught every word and stormed over, her voice rising. “Did you hear that? Right to my face, and in front of you both, sheins about me. The arrogance! I regret ever letting my son marry her.”


    Rosanna had never been the type to yield. Her home was her domain, and her convictions stood firm. “You never wanted me to marry Kenny from the start,” she shot back. “We love each other, yet you still tried to split us up. We’ve got our own n for raising our child, but you tried to meddle. I didn’t even ask for your help! Your thinking is outdated, and all you ever do is lecture about how you raised Kenny. I’m tired of it!”


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    Brenna couldn’t help but note Rosanna’s bluntness—sharper even than her own at times. No wonder Elsa was seething.


    As expected, Elsa’s body shook with fury. “Kenny, do you hear this? This is the wife you chose—constantly fighting me, opposing every word I say! Tell her to apologize, or I’m done taking care of your child for you.”


    Kenny pinched the bridge of his nose, irritation written all over his face. “Mom, maybe you should head home. We’ve already decided to hire someone to help with Emmie, and Rosanna’s mom offered to step in, too. You’ve been taking care of the child nonstop; you must be tired. Take a break. When Rosanna’s mom needs rest, you can step back in.”


    The moment Kenny sided with Rosanna, Elsa’s fury spiked. Her voice rose several pitches higher. “So now you’re kicking me out as well, huh?”


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