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Ethan's brow furrowed, but he kept his expression flat. “This is between you and him. | don’t want to get in the
middle.”
Elsa's temper flared. “Then who will, Ethan? What's that supposed to mean? Are you going to turn your back on
me, too? You're both my sons. | raised Kenny with all my heart. | didn’t do it so he could cutoff when he grew
up. | only want to ask if he’s truly planning not to talk toforever.”
Elsa vented her frustrations off to the side while Ethan remained absorbed in the documents.
“Are you even listening? How are you going to deal with this?” Elsa snapped, yanking the papers from his hands.
Ethan calmly retrieved them and signed without hesitation. “I'll arrange for you two to meet. Just wait at home.”
Elsa’s mood lifted slightly. “That's better. But don’t deceive me. | want to see him within three days, or I'll be
back for you.”
As Elsa turned to leave, Brenna entered, carrying the lunch Lorna had bought. Elsa’s sharp gaze locked on
Brenna’s, edged with hostility. But she quickly reminded herself of her resolve to stop meddling in her sons’
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtmarriages. Ethan already found her overbearing, and provoking her future daughter-in-law would do her no good.
Still, her distaste for Brenna lingered.
With a cold expression, she decided not to say anything to greet Brenna. Brenna had no desire to talk to Elsa,
either, but she knew appearances mattered. So, she said politely, “Hello, Mrs. Mitchell.”
Elsa responded with a faint hum, her eyes flicking toward the takeaway bag. Watching Brenna fuss over Ethan,
she decided, for now, to ease her resentment toward her.
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“What did you bring?” she asked Brenna, trying to extend an olive branch.
Brenna found Elsa’s attitude strange, but she still replied respectfully, “Roast chicken, mashed potatoes, a small
salad, and spasta. Would you like to join us for lunch, Mrs. Mitchell?”
Ethan glanced at Brenna, silently warning her not to be so courteous. He believed she shouldn't have asked Elsa
that. He knew his mother would probably say yes.
As he had expected, Elsa replied, “That sounds wonderful. It's lunchtanyway. If | went home, I'd only be
cooking for myself. Better to eat with you two.”
Brenna froze. She now regretted inviting Elsa to join them. She had only brought food for two.
Thinking about that, she shot Ethan a quick glance, and he immediately stepped in.
“Mom, Brenna and | don’t mind simple food, but it might not suit your taste. It's better if you eat at home,” he
said.
Elsa’s face stiffened, and she shot him a glare. In truth, she didn’t enjoy the thought of dining with Brenna
anyway.
“Fine, | was only joking. It's still early—I'll head back now,” she said. She suspected her son saw her as a
nuisance and doubted Brenna’s sincerity in the invitation.
Elsa soon turned and left.
Brenna exhaled in relief. “I was just being polite. There isn’t enough food for her to join us.”
Ethan chuckled. “I know. | should have warned you she was here, so you could intercept her.”
Meanwhile, Gracie returned home, tore her resignation letter into shreds, and logged into the dark web.
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