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    At that, Ethan’s expression softened, a hint of warmth flickering across his face. “It was perfect. Brenna’s incredible.”


    Emmett was pleased to see his son happy. “I like Brenna. In just two years, she’s designed a handful of cutting-edge weapons. The military practically worships her. She’s brilliant and has a good temper—not controlling like your mother—and she’s got a solid family background. The two of you should hold onto what you’ve got. Don’t end up like your brother. He—”


    Right on cue, Kenny and Rosanna walked in, fingers entwined,ughter dancing between them. They looked every bit the picture of happiness.


    They greeted Emmett and Shari warmly before turning to Ethan and Brenna.


    “Wee back!” Rosanna said brightly, settling beside Brenna. Her gaze flicked to the ultrasound report on the table. She picked it up, skimmed it, and put it down with a sneer.


    Shari’s face frosted over. “Take a seat.”


    Rosanna didn’t flinch. Shari’s cold tone barely scratched herposure. After all, Shari wasn’t Kenny’s mother. As long as she showed Shari proper manners, that was enough. Besides, getting pregnant again at her age? That was absurd.


    Kenny, cheerful and oblivious to the tension in the air, announced, “Dad, Shari—we’ve got good news, too. Rosanna’s three months pregnant.”


    The room fell into a stunned hush. Emmett and Shari froze. The irony hit instantly—mother-inw and daughter-inw, both expecting at the same time.


    Emmett soon forced a strained smile. “That’s… wonderful news. You both take care, alright? Looks like our family’s about to get a little bigger.”


    Brenna’s gaze flicked to Shari, whose face was tight. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t look genuinely happy. Perhaps she found the situation awkward, too.


    “Congrattions, Rosanna!” Brenna said warmly, and she meant it. Rosanna’s first child had died in an ident, leaving a scar that had never truly faded. For two long years, she and her family had lived in the shadow of that grief. Now, her pregnancy felt like a long-lost light returning to her life—as if her first child had found its way back to her.


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    Lunch was quite simple—novish spread, just the family chef’s careful touch turning every dish intofort. The light meal suited Rosanna’s appetite perfectly.


    As they ate, Emmett turned to Kenny. “You and Rosanna shoulde by more often.”


    Kenny gave a tight smile, though reluctance prickled beneath it. If it weren’t for his brother’s visit today, he wouldn’t have shown up at all. His father’s recent choices had been too absurd to stomach.


    “Okay.” Kenny gave a curt nod. It was pure pretense; he was already vowing internally to avoid this ce unless it was necessary.


    As soon as lunch was over, Kenny and Rosanna made their excuses and left, clearly uninterested in chatting with Emmett and Shari.


    Ethan and Brenna lingered until around four in the afternoon before finally saying their goodbyes.


    The moment the front door clicked shut behind them, Shari’s expression darkened. She turned to Emmett, her frown deep, and vented the frustration she’d been holding in. “Did you see the way your Kenny and his wife were looking at me? What was that supposed to mean? What’s the big deal about me being pregnant? I’m just fifty, not a fossil! If I can still conceive, that’s my blessing! Why can’t I have children of my own? And after all these years of marriage, neither of your sons has ever called me Mom. I’ve been treating them well, yet this is how they repay me?”


    Emmett gently guided her to sit down, his tone soft and patient. “Don’t let it get to you, honey. We’re not depending on them for anything. As long as we’re happy, that’s all that matters. My pension is rock solid, and so is yours. I have plenty of property and savings. We can definitely afford to have twins. Even if my sonspletely ignore us, we can still live a happy life.”


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