"Ryan, Uncle Liam."

Zoe stopped in front of them, putting on a sweet smile.

What a poser.

"Oh, Zoe! How are you recovering?" Liam asked, pretending to be concerned.

"I'm feeling much better. Thanks for asking."

"That's good to hear. You're the precious treasure of the Hoffman family. If anything happened to you, your grandfather and mother would be devastated!" Liam's words were aimed at Ryan.

Then he cast a meaningful glance at Zoe and left, humming a little tune.

"What are you doing here?" Ryan stared at her with a dark and cold gaze.

"I made soup, and I'm bringing it to Grandpa while it's still warm." Zoe blinked innocently. "Ryan, you won't deny me the chance to be a good granddaughter, will you?"

cold eyes narrowed. He raised his

Zoe's heart still pounded wildly out of

deceitful tongue and break your

fell, Ryan shoved past her and

seemingly unshakable figure

"Ha, we'll see!"

replaced with a gentle and obedient smile as she walked

here

granddaughter, Logan smiled dotingly. "Zoe,

soup for you. It

to Logan. "This soup is best consumed when in a bad mood.

Logan took a sip of the soup, and sure enough,

as I walked in. There was an invitation on the table. It must be for Ryan and Ms. Carrie's wedding, right?

half smile, "It seems

of celebration is

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