Helen stammered, “I…I’m really happy you could come.” She wanted to clear the air after her misunderstanding with Frank before but did not know where to start.

Frank did not glance at her twice, however, and turned as he headed inside the hall.

Zeb chuckled by the entrance just then. “Hey, what present did you bring?” Frank shot him a look. “Do I have to tell you?”

Zeb laughed coldly. “Haha! Just worried you can’t afford anything for Mr. Lane’s eightieth birthday. Should I lend you some money?” Frank glanced at the present box he was holding and could tell it was another vase from its size.

He chuckled. “What, you bought another vase? Watch out and don’t trip over yourself this time.” “Fuck off…” Zeb snapped, though he was tightening his grip around his present.

sneered as he entered the banquet

the host table, his eyes closed to rest after some small

not be a part of such a grand celebration

his eightieth birthday after all, and his grandchildren had all worked hard for it, not to mention that this benefited the family

and saw Frank, he immediately

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