Helen definitely did not have any appetite and headed upstairs without saying anything.
Aery was uncharacteristically well-behaved. “It’s fine, big sis, mom’s just in a bad mood. I’ll go and talk to her.”
Arianne acknowledged her words and gently caressed Smore’s cheek.
Smore said in a low voice, “Scare... scare...”
Mark held Smore and placed him in his baby chair. “How can a man be so cowardly? What’s there to be afraid of when someone raises their voice? Hurry up and eat your food. Daddy’ll take you out to play when you’re finished.”
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