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    The kids, shy about epting gifts, looked to their parents for approval. Jalen and Conor knew anything from the Harper family, even snacks, came with a hefty price tag. Since arriving, their aunt had offered fruit and nibbles as courtesy but never outright presents. She hadn’t summoned Ernst or his wife over, nor had their cousin shown up.


    She clearly wasn’t thrilled about their visit. Only Brenna extended warmth toward them.


    Smiling, Jalen said, “Since Brenna is offering, go ahead and take them.”


    Only then did the kids each pick two boxes, not daring to open them so soon, eyeing each other’s treats before chorusing, “Thank you, Aunt Brenna!”


    Across the table, Giselle and Wesley talked in hushed tones. Wesley’s tone was pleading. “Giselle, it has been years—why can’t you move on? I’ve owned up to my mistakes. What more do you want? Do you want me to kneel? No matter how much you hate me, even if yoush out at me, it won’t bring Mom back, and Miah won’t make peace with us. Please, let go of the anger. I know I was selfish back then. I realize my mistake now.”


    Though he spoke in a low voice, his words reached Brenna clearly. Giselle had never shared details about Wesley’s family, leaving Brenna clueless about their past.


    Noticing the untouched dishes on the table, Brenna urged everyone to start eating. “Let’s eat before the food gets cold.”


    She nced at Giselle, whose stern expression betrayed her displeasure. Seeing the children lower their gazes, avoiding her, Giselle felt her resolve soften. Her rift with Wesley was irreparable, but the children were innocent.


    She managed a smile and said, “Come on, let’s eat.”


    Brenna observed Wesley’s care toward Elva, choosing lighter dishes for her, though Elva seemed withdrawn, guilt shadowing her silence. Despite Giselle’s resentment, the Bentley family’s apologetic demeanor and presence prompted her to serve avish spread, rivaling a five-star restaurant.


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    The Bentley family had never experienced such luxury. Sitting beside Conor, Brenna said, “There’s no need to be reserved, Conor.”


    She personally passed dishes to her young nieces and nephews, urging, “Go on, eat up; there’s plenty.”


    The children hesitated until Giselle began eating. Then, they dug in.


    After the meal, Brenna said to the kids, “How about I show you around outside?”


    The Harper family estate was a breathtaking spectacle. As the children spilled out from the stifling dining room and caught sight of the magnificent grounds, their delight erupted, and they darted about with unrestrained joy.


    Even Jalen’s and Conor’s wives joined the kids, strolling through the lush garden at a rxed pace.


    Brenna wandered alongside Jalen and Conor, her curiosity stirred.


    “Jalen, do you have any idea why my mom holds such a grudge against your dad? I overheard her say she’ll never forgive him.”


    Jalen let out a soft sigh, his expression one of quiet resignation. “I know the story. It goes back over thirty years, when I was just a kid. My dad felt awful about it, but his pride kept him from admitting fault.”


    Brenna listened intently, sensing the matter was more tangled than it appeared.


    Jalen began to recount the incident. Though he had been young at that time, the tragedy had left asting scar, vivid in his mind even now.


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