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    Hadley nestled into her bed’sfort, her fingers dancing across her phone screen as she meticulously examined the information Eric had delivered to her.


    She cross-referenced every detail with her own schedule, her mind working through the logistics with methodical precision.


    Her eyes traced each line with careful attention. “The timing will be perfect…”


    The following morning arrived with its familiar rhythm.


    Eric appeared on Jewel Avenue at precisely the same hour as the previous day, his routine unchanged by time’s passage.


    Today’s scene painted a dramatically different picture from yesterday’s solitude—the gate stood wide open, weing activity, while two vehicles imed space at the entrance.


    A sleek private car sat alongside a sturdy delivery truck, both vehicles suggesting purposeful business rather than casual visits.


    Workers moved with practiced efficiency, transporting various items through the entrance while wearing crisp uniforms bearing the distinctive logo of a supermarket chain that belonged to the Jenkins family empire.


    “Mr. Scott, that’s Brady making his delivery,” Phillips offered his exnation to Eric, gesturing toward the bustling activity. “He’s brought fresh supplies for Hadley and her household.”


    “Perfect.” Eric’s nod carried approval as he assessed the situation. “We shouldn’t obstruct their work. Let’s move our car to the side where we won’t interfere.”


    “Absolutely, sir,” Phillips responded with immediate understanding.


    Hadley had positioned herself outside rather than remaining indoors during this flurry of activity. She stood near the kitchen’s side door that led to the front yard, her watchful gaze following the workers as they transported goods while engaging in animated conversation with Brady.


    “Hadley, every single item we’ve delivered today represents the finest organic produce avable, harvested directly from our partner farms this very morning,” Brady announced with evident pride in his offerings.


    “Fresh quality satisfies mepletely. The organic certification isn’t truly necessary for our needs,” Hadley replied with practical wisdom.


    “Absolutely not eptable!” Brady’s voice carried protective determination. “Joy is experiencing crucial developmental years, and her growing body demands nothing less than the most nutritious food we can provide.”


    Hadley chuckled. “I deeply appreciate all the effort you’re investing in our wellbeing, Brady.”


    “That’s precisely what family members do for each other.” Brady’sughter bubbled with genuine warmth. “Furthermore, our supermarket has cultivated a long-standing partnership with these farms, so arranging these deliveries represents nothing more than a convenient extension of our existing business rtionships.”


    Hadley’s smile brightened as she retrieved her phone from her pocket. “Ever since we established ourselves in this home, you’ve been providing all our food and beverages without any payment from us. Today seems like the perfect opportunity to settle our outstanding ount. What amount do we owe you?”


    “What are you suggesting? Please, absolutely not!” Brady’s hands waved frantically through the air, his protests emphatic and immediate. “We’re family, and I’ll never take your money.”


    “Don’t be silly.” Hadley’s insistence grew stronger with each word. “Even though we’re operating within our own family business, proper ounting practices must be maintained. Even siblings should preserve clear financial boundaries between themselves. Tell me the total amount immediately.”


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