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."

need help?" Cole took

sorted. We're just heading out

the road," Cole

Claire nodded.

waved

they carried a big bag of groceries to their

late." Claire took the shopping bag from Camila.

back to her place, and it was already past one

she had worn more casual clothes and sneakers. Standing outside the

to inform her that she was at home now, she grabbed her pajamas and went to

the showerhead, the droplets fell on her skin. She closed her eyes, letting her thoughts drift with

her mind. She opened her eyes, a

Camila dried off and put on

the phone screen; Connor had called her several times while she was at the police station, but she

hesitated about whether to

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