Rosalie drove into the underground parking lot. After parking the car, she took the elevator upstairs. As she approached her house, she heard an argument coming from inside.

"Yerick, are you trying to stir up trouble again?"

"I'm not stirring up trouble. It was you who started yelling at me first!"

"Brat, if you've got guts, let's settle this one-on-one! Don't think I won't hit you just because you're younger."

Rosalie frowned. Just as she was about to enter and scold them, another voice interrupted.

"If you two keep arguing, I'll knock both of you out."

It was Justin's voice.

Sebastian sneered. "Justin, what business is it of yours to meddle?"

"You fighting here could upset Rose, so it's not meddling. Teaching you both a lesson wouldn't take any effort at all."

"If you lay a finger on me, Rose will be mad at you!" Yerick retorted angrily.

she's mad at me or not, I'll still have hit you two. It wouldn't be a

rushed to open the door. Standing

all looking to

were just arguing, that's all. We wouldn't actually fight," Yerick said obediently, quickly shifting the topic. "How did it go with

left. How's dinner coming

start now," Yerick said, dashing

spent so much time arguing that they hadn't

a headache coming on.

front of her.

to the

want to hear it anymore. My head hurts. If it's too much trouble, you might well all leave. Go ahead, argue and fight to your heart's content somewhere else.

pang of panic at Rosalie's tone

promise from now on, I

replied, exasperated. "Do as you wish. If you want to

to Justin. "How's

in the room,"

go check on him. You all handle dinner. Argue or fight as much as you want-I'm

walked into the room,

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