Helen took her purse and left immediately after that. She had not been planning to eat anyway. Her leaving of the Kinseys was not that recent. Jean and Aery had barely looked for her. Now that they suddenly invited her back, it probably wasn’t just an innocent lunch. She had expected as much.
Aery slapped the table in rage. “Arianne Wynn! I won’t let you get away with this!”
Jean was shocked. 'Is this still his daughter who only knew how to act cute and nice? Why is her gaze so menacing...?'
***
In the West Mansion, Summer sat by Jackson’s bed to help him peel an apple while grumbling, “Look at you, what should we do if you’re incapacitated the next time you’re beaten up? The West needs an heir. You can’t keep me yearning like this. When are you getting married?”
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