Tatum smiled warmly. "That's all thanks to your guidance, Miss."

He truly believed he had improved.

And Grandma knew him well-she had chosen a wife for him who helped him refine his cooking skills.

Tinsley popped another pastry into her mouth. "A little dessert makes everything better." Tatum quietly stepped away, giving the sisters their space.

“No point in letting Timothy get to you,” Elora said, her voice calm. "If you react, he'll only push harder. Just ignore him. No matter what he does, don't give him a response. When he realizes he's wasting his time, he'll eventually give up."

Tinsley sighed. "I'm more worried he'll start going after Sevyn and Violeta instead. They don't have the same self-control we do."

So, for now, she would deal with it herself.

"Just seeing him ruins my mood," she muttered. "Honestly, I wouldn't mind stuffing him in a sack and beating some sense into him. Does he really think I'm some helpless little girl he can push around?"

Elora smirked. "Not a bad idea."

Tinsley's eyes gleamed. "So you agree? You think he's a pain, too?"

serious. "Of

hold back." Tinsley grinned. "Our family doesn't need any

the Labbe family

testing Elora's

of the acting head of

as his successor and

Elora confirmed. "But if the real heir ever

young, without his parents or any family to protect him, with enemies hunting him down at every turn-his survival was uncertain at

visit to FC Manor was in

the eldest young lady of the Johnson

thing was clear: the child hadn't lived with the Johnsons for

where Jane had

Labbe family had never stopped searching, and even the Lafayette family from Meadspring had

had picked

conversation. "Sister, were you drunk

and got sleepy. I wasn't completely out of it-just a slight headache. I feel

Sme honey water."

you don't want to rest

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