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.

a word,

boxes for herself, Chelsea returned to Sonny, trying again to cozy up to him. She reached out, aiming for a hug, but Sonny leaned away, nestling deeper into his grandfather's

firmly, "I don't want Auntie to hug

shot a warning glare at

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

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

her mouth but couldn't find

why didn't you bring me anything

New Year, you know. You could've gotten me something nice, like a big seafood package. Why don't you call your mom now and ask her to send a few over? Then you can give one to me

Mr. Brown's face darkened, and he snapped

do you have any shame at all? Why on

flinched, but he

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