After ending the call, both Abigail and Langston turned their gaze toward Dorothy.

"Mommy, is Daddy coming over soon?"

"Yes, he is."

Dorothy reached out to gently touch her daughter's hair.

Langston, standing aside, made a face. "Mommy, do you hate Daddy? Why were you so harsh on the phone with him?"

He was almost scared by her tone.

"Yes, I hate him."

Dorothy sighed deeply. "Let's head home."

When Everett arrived, Dorothy was busy in the kitchen preparing dinner.

She finished making dishes for Abigail and Langston before starting on her own.

Noticing his figure, Dorothy paused for a moment, then spoke up, "Wait in the dining room."

Everett half expected her to start questioning him the moment he walked in.

But now, she was actually asking him to wait for dinner... Was this... an invitation to stay for the meal?

"I'll help you."

approached, extending a hand to

raised hand, keeping a distance between them, "I told you to sit down. If you don't want to, you can

CEO, he felt like a scolded child at this moment, nodding and quietly retreating from the kitchen. Outside, Abigail and Langston were

lowering his voice to ask Langston, "What's up with your

don't know. She's been like this since she picked

say anything to

reply, Abigail quickly

said she hates

his brows

said to her? At this point, Quincy should

did he know what the two women

knew was that Dorothy was

to see him at all,

angry!

he saw kits mom coming out of the so he quickly shut

Dorothy carrying a tray and immediately got up to help, "What would you like? I can cook something for you."

down, I've

had whipped up

weren't Abigail

the table full of food, felt a sense of unease. "Are we

"Sort of."

a bowl in front

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