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    None of them argued. They rose and left without a word.


    Luther then turned to Rosie. “That stewed chicken you made yesterday was excellent. Please go and make more for everyone.”


    Rosie’s heart leapt in joy. Luther was going to have a private conversation with his sons. He would probably speak up for her.


    With a carefullyposed expression, she nodded and wheeled herself toward the kitchen.


    After leaving, Lennon muttered to Dalton and Ernst, “Grandpa’s having a family meeting with his sons.”


    Dalton said, “Dad and Uncle Ableson will be scolded.”


    Ernst said nothing. He knew well of Luther’s sharp scolding.


    The moment the grandchildren were out of earshot, Luther’s expression darkened like a storm.


    Shepard and Ableson remained silent. They had endured Luther’s scolding since they were boys. Marriage and fatherhood hadn’t changed that. Now, even though they had children of their own, Luther never hesitated to scold them. At least he spared them the embarrassment in front of their kids, asking the kids to leave before doing it.


    “Shepard,” Luther began, his voice sharp. “Exin Rosie’s eviction. That child grew up without parents. I remember your promise, word for word. You swore to treat her as your own. What happened to that? You kicked her out when your own daughter returned. That is outrageous!”


    Luther’s sharp re was followed by a flush of crimson creeping up his neck. It was a signal his every son and daughter-inw hade to dread.


    Thest time his anger had reached this level, he had copsed within ten minutes from a hypertensive crisis and spent a week in the hospital.


    The memory still haunted the entire family.


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    Since then, everyone in the Harper household had learned to tread carefully around Luther.


    Shepard and Ableson exchanged a tense nce. They were all worried about Luther’s health.


    Shepard had expected the scolding from Luther. And he knew he couldn’t make Luther angry, considering his fragile health condition.


    “Dad,” Shepard said cautiously, “let me exin.”


    Luther let out a low grunt, a sound that granted limited permission. Shepard’s respectful tone had cooled the fire in him just enough. “Talk.”


    Shepard’s jaw tightened as Rosie’s calcted appeal to Luther revealed a level of political acumen that was unnerving for someone her age. She knew exactly who to turn to in order to get back into the Harper family, and worse, it had worked.


    Whatever sympathy he had left for Rosie vanished.


    Still, with Luther stepping in, her return was no longer a matter of debate. It was inevitable.


    He had already made peace with that.


    “Brenna and Rosie had a falling out. It should’ve been nothing more than typical friction between siblings,” Shepard began carefully. “But Rosie crossed a line. She hired a gang, Jay’s group, to harm Brenna. Even now, I shudder thinking about it. Dozens of men surrounded Brenna. They were out for blood. The only reason things didn’t end in disaster was because of Brenna’sbat training. If she hadn’t been skilled at fighting and driven them away, she might have been harmed. Can you really me me for reacting the way I did?”


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