She took a sip of the smoothie and then added, "Just like this smoothie–it's sour, but it's really sweet as well."She then joked, "You're not planning on being all gloomy and glum every year when your birthday comes around, are you? Also, are you going to suffer in misery every year when it's my birthday?""I'm sorry," he murmured. "I really shouldn't have asked to break up with you back then!""Let's take it as a lesson learned, then," she smiled faintly, "and never ask one another to break up ever again, okay?"He was startled at first, and his dark inky eyes stared fixedly into hers. After a long while, he finally said in a hoarse voice, "It's a deal. We'll never ask one another to break up again from now on.""Great! Now, if you have no idea what present you'd like, I'll just think about it myself. You're not allowed to dislike my gift, understand?"As she spoke, she lowered her head and began to concentrate on her smoothie. Jackson was still staring at her with a dull gleam

Serenity's aunt felt choked, but she quickly argued, "But we're all one big family at the end of the day! Aren't you afraid of what people would say about you if you crossed your arms and did nothing to help your own family?!""If the person who harmed others wasn't afraid of what others would say," replied Serenity amusedly, "then as the victim, what do I have to be afraid of? Besides, Lynette clearly did not think of me as family at all when she hurt me."The expression on Serenity's aunt's face turned ugly instantly. Thinking of herself as the aunt who was trying to teach her niece a lesson, she raised a hand and was just about to strike it across Serenity's face, but before her hand got anywhere near Serenity, Eva, Serenity’s bodyguard, quickly snatched it.At that moment, Serenity's aunt felt as if her fingers were about to be bent to their breaking point, and she cried out loudly in pain.Serenity then coldly warned her, "I'd advise you not to even think about hurting me, Aun

"So, you're saying Terry refused to have any contact with your people?" Serenity asked."That's right," Jackson replied. "In fact, you'll probably be seeing him on the news over the next few days. By then, he would've probably regained control over the White family, albeit with help from the Hart family."Jackson had initially planned to find out exactly what kind of relationship there was between Terry White and the woman from the Hart family before telling Serenity about it, but now, it seemed that Terry and the Hart family were making a move much sooner than he had expected.But this was, of course, no less due to the stupidity of Terry's half-brothers who had taken a series of unpopular measures after Terry's disappearance, which only proved to make things worse even more rapidly."You still haven't told me how Terry's changed," Serenity goaded him. "If Terry really does regain his control over the White family, then it's good news, right? Even if he did get help from the Hart

The moment Clara finished her sentence, her mother wrapped her arms around her and started bawling her eyes out. Clara patted her mother’s back gently in an attempt to comfort her. “Oh, don’t cry, Mom…” In fact, rather than Yanny, she was more worried about her mother. After all, she had spent so much effort in raising Clara, but even when she was one foot in the grave, she was still struggling to provide for her mother!————Clara went to a nearby market to buy ingredients for her food stall. On her way back, she ran into Peter. Peter seemed to be overjoyed when he met Clara. “What a coincidence! I wanted to visit, but I was worried that no one was at home.” “What are you doing here?” asked Clara.“I happened to be running some errands nearby, so I came by to give you some toys. These are all from my childhood. They’re still good, by the way. When I told Yanny about them, he seemed pretty interested, so I just thought he’d be happy to have them. If they get worn out, don’t

Clara remained silent when she heard his accusation. No matter how harsh his words sounded, they really couldn’t hurt her. The rest of her time was reserved for Yanny and her mother.“Fine. I’ll give you the agreement now,” she replied. Then, she glanced down at her arm. “Can you let go of me, Mr. Birch?” Wilson loosened his grip, but his expression remained unchanged. Clara proceeded to lead him up the stairs. As he gazed at her back, for some inexplicable reason, the emptiness in his hand felt a bit… scary. She was merely carrying out his request, but why did he feel so uncomfortable? The two soon arrived at the place she had rented. There was no one home at the moment, as Clara’s mother had already gone out. She went into her room and retrieved a stack of papers and a pen. “What do you want me to write?” she asked Wilson.He stared at her and said, “Write that you’ll give up custody of Yanny and hand him to me in three months. From then on, you shall never appear before hi