FakeNovelChapter 1012: Kelsey added, "Yes, no matter who ends up leading the Hinks family, you will never have to worry about comfort. We made sure of that." "Mom, enough," Alethea murmured, and without warning, she leaned across the table and wrapped her arms tightly around Kelsey.
"I just want you to be healthy. That is all I care about." She clung to her like a frightened child, desperate to shut out the storm of words still echoing in her ears. Her grip tightened, as though she could physically ward off the weight of everything unsaid.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut no one saw the flicker of hatred that flared in her eyes-quick as lightning, and just as fierce.
"Never have to worry about comfort?" The thought surged like acid. She thought, "I have been your daughter for more than ten years. You say I am no different from your own blood, yet all you are givingis a safety net? Just enough to survive? Am I truly supposed to believe that if you have a biological daughter, she too would get only crumbs?" At the next table, the Morrison family had fallen into a heavy silence. Kelsey and Alethea's emotional exchange hung in the air like fog-thick, lingering, uncomfortable.
Heads turned-every gaze landing on Carrie.
She had been quietly focused on her plate, every bite calculated, her attention anchored to the meal in front of her. But the silence around her shifted, and she could feel their eyes before she saw them. Her fork hovered midair. She glanced up.
For a heartbeat, she looked caught off guard. Then she quickly chewed and swallowed, brushing the moment aside with a small, composed smile. "Do not look atlike that," she said, her voice calm. "I am fine. I really do not mind." But the doubt in their expressions lingered like a shadow.
Setting her fork down gently, Carrie leaned back in her chair. Her tone softened, threaded with something deeper. "I have never cared much for blood ties. What matters tois not who I am related to, but how people treat me. You have all treatedwell. That is what I hold close." A quiet pause followed before she added, "My biological father? He would have taken everything fromif given the chance. To me, blood is nothing more than a chain people use to control others, to guilt them into obedience." Emotion welled up in the eyes around her. Every member of the Morrison family felt it. Carrie had never once taken their love for granted. She had clutched it like something sacred. Every smile, every kindness-they had meant the world to her.
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In a quiet corner of the restaurant, partially hidden behind a decorative screen, Kristopher and Aliza sat across from each other at a smal table. The dining hal was m mostly empty; the hushed atmosphere amplifying every soft clink of cutlery and murmur of conversation. Though the screen offered visual privacy, it did little to muffle sound. From where they sat, the voices of the Hinks family could still be heard-faint but distinct.
Kristopher remained calm and composed, his focus solely on the plate in front of him. He had no interest in eavesdropping, on others. Aliza, however, had long forgotten her meal. She gripped her fork but made no effort to use it, her body angled slightly toward the screen as if tempted to lean closer-anything to better catch the conversation happening just beyond.
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