Lord Wade finished the hot tea in his cup. Noticing that his daughter hadn’t refilled it, he gently tapped the tea table and said, “Cynthia, pour some more tea for me.”


    Still crying with her head lowered, Cynthia suddenly heard her father’s voice. Snapping out of her thoughts, she didn’t even have time to wipe away her tears before hurriedly responding, “Okay, Dad.”


    She quickly picked up the teapot and poured him more tea.


    Lord Wade nced at his daughter and immediately noticed the tear-streaks on her face and her reddened eyes.


    Frowning with concern, he asked, “Cynthia, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”<fn3ed3> Chapters first released on f?ndnovel</fn3ed3><h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Hearing this, everyone turned their attention to Cynthia Wade.


    Charlie Wade also noticed her tear-streaked face, the moisture cutting through her thick foundation. Beneath her sadness, he could sense a deep loneliness in her expression.


    Realizing that all eyes were on her, Cynthia quickly wiped away her tears with both hands and tried to brush it off. “Huh? Oh, it’s nothing… I was just lost in thought.”


    Lord Wade sighed, his heart aching for her. “What could you be thinking about that has you crying like this? You’re a grown woman.”


    Cynthia hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Finally, she lowered her head and let out a soft sigh. “I was just thinking about my second brother and second sister-inw…”


    The moment she spoke those words, the weight of her emotions became unbearable. Her grief overwhelmed her, and she could no longer hold back the tears. She broke down, sobbing uncontrobly.


    Everyone was taken aback.


    At that moment, a new wave of embarrassment washed over Cynthia. She had carefully applied her makeup, and now, with tears streaming down her face, she knew it must be ruined. The thought of looking like a mess—especially in front of Angie—filled her with shame. If she cried any longer, she would end up looking like a clown.


    Flustered, she quickly stood up and said in a panic, “You all continue chatting—I’m going to the bathroom.”


    “Go ahead,” the old man nodded, waving her off.


    Cynthia Wade hurriedly left, almost fleeing the scene. Charlie Wade watched her retreating figure and shook his head slightly.


    Lord Wade, feeling sympathy for his daughter, turned to Charlie, let out a soft sigh, and said, “Charlie, your aunt hasn’t had an easy life these past years.”


    After a brief pause, he quickly added, “Of course, I mean emotionally, not in terms of material wealth.”


    Charlie Wade gave a slight nod. Having spent years wandering and living under others’ roofs, he had witnessed the depths of human nature—the joys, the sorrows, and everything in between. How could he not understand?