Following Roxanne's instructions, Sonya rinsed her hand under cold water for fifteen minutes and felt the burning pain disappear instantly.

Roxanne then applied her homemade burn ointment, which felt like a moisturizer, carefully on Sonya's hand and adjusted the cold air from the hairdryer to slowly dry the ointment.

Sonya felt a refreshing coolness on the back of her hand, which was quite comfortable.

Gradually, the redness caused by the burn started to dissipate, and Sonya realized the extent of Roxanne's medical expertise.

With such a burn ointment, it could likely become a hot-selling product in the market.

“I'll serve the soup to the kids, Mrs. Farwell. You just sit tight,” Roxanne said as she went into the kitchen.

She tasted the soup and found it delicious before scooping it into bowls and serving them one by one.

Archie took the initiative to bring Sonya a bowl of soup and said, “Grandma, this is the soup you worked hard to make. You should be the first to taste it!”

Sonya wanted to decline, but Elias smiled and said, “It's rare that you cook soup. In fact, this is probably the first time in your life. You should taste your own craft!”


Roxanne immediately handed Elias a bowl of soup.

The children were next, and even Lucian was called over to drink soup with the family.

By nine o'clock that night, the children had to prepare for their baths and bedtime, and Sonya was reluctant to say goodbye to the three little ones.

On the way home, Elias praised his wife without hesitation and encouraged her to continue on. He believed that Roxanne would forgive her someday.

“I know, but that's because Roxanne is kind enough. I shouldn't be thinking about seeking forgiveness all the time. I should be thinking about how to be a good grandmother and mother-in-law. Maybe I realized it too late, or maybe the realization came too suddenly.” Sonya sighed.

She realized that when she was a daughter-in-law in the Farwell family, her husband had protected her, and she had not suffered much.

Elias didn't say much after that, but he believed that his wife would change for the better.

Amidst the deafening beats of the DJ and the gyrating crowd, Elektra felt uneasy in the noisy bar.

She had always been associated with serenity and kindness from her early years to now.

However, she found herself in this raucous scene, sipping on red wine, glass after glass, that had a tangy and slightly bitter taste.

Although the bar's wine was subpar, it was strong enough to cloud her senses.

If she persevered till the last drop, she could escape from her worries.

When it came to facing Roxanne, Elektra was aware that she stood no chance.

Her heart was young and full of passion, but everything seemed futile.

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