Claire grabbed Camila's hand, picked up the keys, and said to the people in the house, "I'm off to pick up some groceries for us."

They down the stairs.

Camila frowned, "If it weren't for Drew, I really wouldn't want to deal with them."

Claire gently patted her daughter's hand. "I know, but they are family after all."

Camila scoffed, "Family? Mom, have you forgotten how Uncle treated us?"

She said angrily, "When he made money from his business, you asked him for a loan to open a diner, but did he care? Later, when he fell on hard times, he even had the nerve to ask you to help pay for his house."

Claire sighed helplessly, and the bitterness in her heart was rising like a tide. She couldn't forget those past events either.

Camila spoke up, "I'll go to the supermarket with you first."

When they walked past Cole's fruit stand, Cole hurried to the entrance, anxiously asking, "Why didn't you open your shop today? Are you feeling unwell? I've been trying to call you all day."

Seeing Cole's worried expression, Camila sneakily pinched Claire's arm.

Claire blushed slightly and swatted Camila's hand, then looked up at Cole. "My nephew had a bit of trouble."

it something serious? Do you need help?" Cole took off his apron, ready to leave

"It's sorted. We're just heading out to get

on the road," Cole

Claire nodded.

Cole." Camila waved smilingly at

carried a big bag of

from Camila.

a taxi back to her place, and it was already past one in

her calves. It was good that she had worn more casual clothes and sneakers. Standing outside

she was at home now, she grabbed her pajamas

her eyes, letting

the names Connor and Haylie popped into her mind. She opened her eyes, a bitter

stopped, and Camila dried off and put on

and lay down. Her fingers gently caressed the phone screen; Connor had called her

hesitated about whether

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