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    That night, Shari was too happy to sleep. She woke at dawn, instructing the housekeeper to box up their things so they could move into the new house without a hitch.


    The following weekend, Ethan, Brenna, Kenny, and Rosanna came to visit.


    Greeting Ethan and Brenna warmly, Shari ushered them into the living room herself and handed them sses of juice with a big smile.


    Kenny was calm, thinking that Shari was overreacting.


    Rosanna, though, couldn’t ignore how they were left out. She noticed right away that Shari poured drinks for Ethan and Brenna, but made no move to offer any to her and Kenny.


    Her gaze grew cold as she watched Shari.


    This was just because Ethan and Brenna had money. Did having less mean she and Kenny deserved less respect?


    The servant ced a tter of glistening fruit slices on the coffee table, apanied by an assortment of freshly baked cakes and cookies.


    Shari offered a piece of dragon fruit to Brenna, her smile almost radiant. “Brenna, please, help yourself. These fruits are incredibly sweet and refreshing.”


    Brenna, unused to such eager hospitality, hesitated for a moment before taking a small bite. She nodded slowly. “It does taste good.”


    A quiet thrill of satisfaction fluttered through Shari. The purchase of the fruits had been worth every penny; even Brenna thought they were good.


    Rosanna sat nearby, yet Shari made no gesture toward her, merely casting a brief, almost perfunctory nce.


    Frustration tightened Rosanna’s chest. The deliberate exclusion stung. She resented Shari’s eager attentions toward Brenna.


    Rosanna had always found Brenna kind; their rare encounters over the past two years had been pleasant. But today, the contrast was ring. How differently Shari treated the “poor” versus the privileged—it left a bitter taste she couldn’t swallow.


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    She started to dislike Brenna now.


    And it was all because of Shari’s unequal attention.


    Suppressing a sharp exhale, Rosanna grabbed a slice of fruit and tore into it with almost violent hunger, as if devouring it could burn away the sting of being neglected.


    Meanwhile, across the table, Shari radiated calm warmth, her eyes soft and attentive. “Brenna, I’ve been meaning to invite you over for the past few days to thank you properly. Your gift was so generous; I don’t know how to repay you. This house may seem modest to you, but it’s incredibly precious to me. After the baby arrives, I’ll make the most delicious food for you. You and Ethan shoulde by often; feel at home here.”


    Every word dripped with charm and ttery.


    Brenna’s gaze flicked to Ethan, who sat quietly across from her, looking at her with a cool gaze. She hadn’t mentioned any of this to him yet, and now, Shari hadid it all bare. She let out a quiet, soft chuckle, choosing not to exin anything.


    Still, Ethan reached out and patted her hand. “It’s your property. You can give it to whoever you want.”


    He didn’t object to Brenna giving Emmett a house; his only real concern was Elsa, and whether she’d try to stir up trouble. Recently, Elsa had found a career she loved and no longer had the time—or energy—to cause trouble for Brenna.


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