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    She darted a look at Ethan, hoping he would step in and scold Kenny and Rosanna. But he sat there, absorbed in his phone, thumbs flying across the screen.


    From his demeanor, it was obvious he had no intention of getting involved.


    Brenna also remained silent, her face calm and detached, as if the whole conflict had nothing to do with her.


    Elsa let out a sharp huff. “Fine! If you all think I’m a burden, I’ll leave right now! Don’te begging me to return in the future. I’ll pack my things this instant!”


    With that, she stormed off to her bedroom.


    Kenny exhaled hard and turned to his brother. “Ethan, I can’t take it anymore. Can you let Mom stay at your ce for a while? Or send her back to her own ce?”


    Anywhere but here would do.


    Sliding his phone into his pocket, Ethan gave Kenny a sympathetic nce. “Sure, I’ll drive her back.”


    The truth was, Ethan didn’t want Elsa staying at his ce, either. With his wedding to Brenna just around the corner, Elsa hovering nearby would only mean endless advice and interference he hadn’t asked for.


    A few minutester, Elsa reappeared, suitcase in tow. She paused in the living room, clearly waiting for Kenny to apologize or plead with her to stay. But Kenny didn’t even look up at first—he was too busy tickling Emmie,ughing as the baby squealed.


    Finally, catching sight of Elsa from the corner of his eye, he turned to her and said evenly, “Rest for a while, alright? We’ve got things under control here.”


    Elsa let out a furious huff and said to Ethan, “Let’s go. I’ll stay at your ce. I’m never setting foot back here again.”


    Kenny passed Emmie carefully into Rosanna’s arms, then followed Elsa downstairs to see her off.


    On the way, Elsa muttered bitterly under her breath, calling Kenny ungrateful, using him of forgetting his own mother now that he was married.


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    Kenny acted as though he hadn’t heard a word, smiling cheerfully as he waved her off.


    The sight of her son’s easy, unbothered demeanor only stoked Elsa’s anger


    Elsa spent most of the rideining about her eldest son and his wife, her voice a steady stream of grievances that set Ethan and Brenna on edge.


    After a while, Elsa sensed something off. “Wait—this isn’t the way to your ce! Ethan, I want to go to your house. You’re getting married soon; I should be there helping you with the ns. Neville, take me to my son’s home.”


    Neville just gave her a casual smile. “Mrs. Mitchell, I only take my orders from your son.”


    Elsa’s mood soured even more. She turned on Ethan, her frustration ring. “Did you hear me? I said I want to go to your house! Even if you ditch me today, I’ll go to your ce on my own tomorrow!”


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