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 assist

she stopped him with a raised hand, keeping a distance between them, "I

felt like

to ask Langston, "What's up with your

head, "I don't know. She's been like this since she picked us up

she say anything to

Langston could reply, Abigail quickly

she

twitched slightly, his

something Quincy had said to her? At this point, Quincy should

did he

was that Dorothy

him, she wouldn't want to see him at all, let

Mommy angry! She's really scary when

speaking, he saw kits mom coming out of the so he quickly shut focused on

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

I've got everything

had whipped up several dishes in

weren't Abigail

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

"Sort of."

and a bowl in

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