My Son Slapped Me For Refusing To Hand Over My Bakery. The Next Morning, I Cooked Him A Beautiful Breakfast,

the impossibility of this scene.

Behind him, Evelyn practically skipped into the room, tying the silk belt of her expensive emerald robe.

“Oh, Julian, it smells absolutely amazing! I told you she’d come arou—” Evelyn stopped dead, nearly colliding with Julian’s rigid back. She peered over his shoulder. “Who are they? What is this?”

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