Isabelle sneered, “Don’t compare her to me. Stop with that fake, insincere attitude. Just drop the act.”
Eleanor managed a strained smile and said, “You’re my child. I gave birth to you. How could I possibly...”
“I said enough!” Isabelle interrupted sharply.
Eleanor finally fell silents.
Ethan quickly packed his belongings. He packed his backpack with a few sets of clothes, some books and school supplies, a large bag of herbal medicine, and his laptop.
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