“Try this, Grandpa, I made it myself. It’s your favorite dish,” Sabrina immediately interjected.

Wanda echoed, “Just look at Sabrina. She treats you so well.”

“Sabrina, you are such a sweet child, unlike some heartless people who always rile me up,” responded Cesar, taking a morsel and offering a nod of approval. “At this rate, I might perish from sheer frustration.”

Tyrone, the subject of the veiled insult, remained tongue-tied.

“Please, Grandpa, don’t say such things. I wish you a long and healthy life.”

Sabrina’s parents had parted ways when she was a mere toddler. Her mother had, quite frankly, forsaken her, leaving her in her father’s care, never making any effort to see her in the ensuing years.

Her father, perpetually buried in work, initially left her under her grandparents’ care in the countryside. A few years down the line, as her grandparents passed away, her father brought her to Live with him.

turned sixteen, her father passed away,

her in, provided warmth

was an

more earnestly for Cesar’s good

group relished the meal

enjoyable. They radiated a familial warmth, smiling like a

the housekeeper standing by remarked, “Ever since Sabrina arrived, Mr. Blakely

Sabrina engaged in

quick grasp made her a formidable opponent. Cesar played

way! This is

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