If Lucas weren't afraid of the beating his mother might give him later, he'd have already run off to play with Sonny.

Chelsea, meanwhile, couldn't resist snooping. She opened Sonny's small suitcase, rifling through it with a critical eye.

Other than Sonny's clothes and a few toys, there wasn't much inside.

"Where's the seafood? Auntie loves seafood! Didn't your mom pack a big bag for me to take home?" she asked, her voice laced with annoyance. She then turned her attention to three gift boxes stacked neatly nearby, reaching for them.

Hank stepped in immediately, his tone sharp. “Don't touch those. They're Sonny's. They're for his health.”

Chelsea froze, momentarily stunned by her brother's tone. Hank's patience for her antics had run dry long ago. He no longer indulged her behavior, and she knew better than to push him too far-especially since she still relied on the occasional favor from her family.

Reluctantly, she backed off, sulking as Hank carried the gift boxes into the room and slammed the door behind him.

Mr. nor Mrs. Brown said a word, their silence heavy in

trying again to cozy up to him. She reached out, aiming for a hug, but Sonny

don't want Auntie to

a warning glare at

than a little embarrassed. "Sonny, why are you like this? What did I do wrong? I used to hold

her, unimpressed. "Auntie, I'm not three anymore. You

couldn't find the words to

why didn't

and Grandma, but not for me. It's almost the New Year, you know. You could've gotten me something nice, like a big seafood package. Why don't you call

Brown's face darkened, and he snapped at

do you have any shame at all? Why on earth did I raise someone

flinched, but

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