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    “You brat,” Emmett muttered with a half-smile. “All you think about is money. What’s the point of piling up so much cash? You’d be better off figuring out how to give me more grandkids.”


    Brenna spoke up. “But isn’t making money important? Without it, we couldn’t have given you this house.”


    Emmett chuckled, ncing at Brenna. “You two have already made more than enough money. Maybe it’s time to focus on other things, hmm?”


    Ethan answered tly, “Dad, you don’t need to worry about us. You’ve got your hands full—Shari is giving you twins. Just focus on raising them and enjoy your retirement. Leave us be.”


    “Alright, alright, I was just saying,” Emmett said, waving it off.


    At least his younger son wasn’t holding a grudge about histe-in-life babies. In Emmett’s eyes, Ethan was far more level-headed than Kenny. Running apany that size had clearly given him perspective.


    Meanwhile, Kenny always wore that permanent scowl whenever they met recently.


    Just then, Shari came over and gently patted Brenna’s shoulder. “Come on, don’t sit there watching them y chess. Let’s have a little chat.”


    Brenna followed her to the sofa, smiling politely as Shari eased herself down, one hand on her belly.


    “I had my checkup already,” Shari said proudly, her tone brimming with excitement. “Twin girls! Emmett loves daughters, and I do, too. Just look at Ethan—so handsome. I bet my girls will be just as good-looking.”


    Brenna smiled. “Of course they will. You and Emmett are both good-looking; your daughters are bound to be beautiful.”


    Still, she couldn’t help feeling that she and Shari had little inmon. Shari seemed eager to fill every silence, jumping from one topic to another, mostly about her pregnancy.


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    “I’m not young anymore. My body just isn’t the same as before. The morning sickness is awful. The moment I open my eyes, I start throwing up. Sometimes, I even vomit bile. I can’t keep anything down except fruit, and the smell of cooking oil—ugh! The minute I smell it, I start retching.”


    Brenna nodded politely, though inwardly, she couldn’t quite rte. In truth, she felt Shari didn’t need to put herself through so much. At her age, pregnancy was risky.


    Were children really that important?


    Still, Brenna replied, “That sounds terrible. You’ve lost weight already—just a few days, and you look thinner.”


    Shari sighed dramatically. “I know. But I’m carrying two little lives in me. Even if I can’t eat, I have to force myself to do it for them. I’ll go through whatever I must for my babies.”


    Brenna said, “I actually know a doctor who’s really good at treating severe morning sickness. Would you like me to rmend him to you?”


    Shari’s eyes instantly brightened. “Really? Please do! I feel miserable these days.”


    Brenna replied, “It’s Dr. Christopher Pierce. He’s excellent—you’ll be in good hands.”


    After lunch wrapped up, Ethan and Brenna said their goodbyes and left Emmett’s ce. Ethan had a flight to catch—business in Yson called, and he wouldn’t be back for a couple of days.


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