"We're both granddaughters of the Joyners, but you have it better than me in terms of food, clothing, and even living expenses. Grandpa only spoils you and not me! I'm only asking you for a small favor, but here you are dragging your feet!"

Indeed, Donald favored her more. Sage understood that this affection stemmed from his pity for her lack of paternal love. However, if she and Layla had a dispute, Donald was always rational and never blindly favored her.

Susan's influence on Layla was too significant, which led to her deeply held resentment toward Sage. Unable to clarify these matters with Layla for the time being, Sage said, "I'll send it to you in a minute.”

"You didn’t seem interested in Henry at all the last time I saw you. How come you two are getting along so well now?" Sage couldn't help but ask Layla.

"Mind your own business!" Layla yelled and hung up.

Sage was rendered speechless. After sending the screenshot to Layla, she left the sports complex. As she got into the car, she felt like someone was watching her from behind.

She glanced around but didn't see anyone suspicious. She assumed that it was just her imagination, so she brushed the thought aside and drove off.

said, "Mrs. Holcomb, Mr. Holcomb is back and upstairs working in his study. I just brewed some tea. Could you

his hand and asked me to bring

by the way, Mr. Holcomb asked me just

nagging if she didn't agree, Sage took the tea and

up the stairs, she walked up to the study

out from

open the door and saw him flipping through some documents at a spacious desk. There was a laptop open in front of him. With

person next to him wasn't Wanda, he

"Perfect timing. Can you help me apply the ointment?" he asked, extending his right hand toward her. His once pale skin

Annoyed, he let out a cold

that night's events, so she said nothing

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