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    Twenty minutester, Ellie walked into the living room looking impably stylish. She sat down beside Jayceon. “Alright, why did youe here today?” Her tone was icy, making it clear that there was no possibility of reconciliation between Jayceon and her.


    Seeing her cold and distant demeanor, Jayceon felt his spirits drop. “It’s my grandmother’s 80th birthday today. Would you consider attending the party with me?”


    Ellie snorted and gave him a brief, scornful look. “No thanks.”


    “Why not?” Jayceon asked. “You’re Patrick’s mother. It would be appropriate for you to attend my grandmother’s birthday.”


    “Take Patrick there if you want,” Ellie said tly, her gaze mocking. “What identity should I use to attend the birthday party? Your former girlfriend? I don’t think that’s appropriate.”


    After an hour of failed attempts to persuade Ellie, Jayceon made no progress. Patrick was the only one who apanied him as he left.


    After Jayceon had gone, Tori confronted Ellie. “When exactly are you going to get that child support from him?”


    Ellie rubbed her temples. “I told you, when the time is right. Besides, hasn’t he already given us a lot? He gave us two luxury apartments and two cars! What more do you want? Mom, don’t be so greedy!”


    Tori sniffed disdainfully. “Those were gifts for us. Patrick is his son; he deserves shares in his family business! When the right momentes, you should ask for that!”


    Ellie raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Oh? Since when did you be an expert on that? Shares could be worthless tomorrow if hispanies fail. But money would never lose its value.”


    Tori’s eyes zed over as she quietly mumbled calctions, weighing the value of stocks against money. Meanwhile, at the Russell family’s residence…


    As Brenna and Ethan exited their car, their eyes immediately focused on the group gathered beneath the garden pavilion: Jade, Isabe, and Rosie were seated.


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    Together with a sweet-looking girl whom Brenna vaguely recognized as Tina Russell, Jayceon’s younger sister, Patrick sat next to Tina, deeply engrossed in assembling the fighter jet model.


    “Let’s go greet Jayceon’s grandmother first,” Ethan said, offering his arm to Brenna.


    Just then, Tina walked toward them, pulling Patrick along by the hand. Brenna instinctively paused, assuming they were approaching her. However, Tina walked right past her, heading directly toward someone behind her. “Hey, it’s been such a long time!” Tina eximed dramatically.


    As Tina passed Brenna, she deliberately made eye contact with her and sneered.


    Brenna turned to see a meticulously dressed little girl enter, resembling a life-sized Barbie doll.


    “Brenna!” Suddenly, Brenna’s leg was embraced, and looking down, she saw Patrick had somehow run over, his expression a pout of unhappiness.


    Brenna gently took his hand. “What’s wrong?”


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