Carlos, please have a bite of this meat,” Megan said as she picked up a slice of roasted meat and put it


    on a clean te. Then, she asked the housemaid to carry it to Carlos.


    Debbie felt gloomy. ‘Can’t you just eat quietly? Why all the drama?


    Maybe Carlos should enroll you in a drama academy since you’re so talented at acting. You’ll surely be


    an A-list actress, Megan!’ she thought angrily.


    As soon as the housemaid put the te in front of Carlos, Debbie thrust her chopsticks in to pick up the


    slice of roasted meat. Shaking the meat in front of the angry Megan, she said in a naughty tone, “Oh,


    I’m sorry. You know, your uncle Carlos is a germophobe. You touched the meat with your chopsticks,


    so he won’t eat it. I’d better eat it instead.”


    Before stuffing the meat into her mouth, she looked at the meat while adding, “But…do you have… Are


    you healthy?” She managed to swallow the words “infectious disease” before she said them out loud.


    That would have been tant, and Debbie was too clever for that. She wanted her attack to be well-


    nned, well-timed, and well-executed, and being too brazen would have knocked all that off kilter.


    She tried not to smile while chewing her food. That would have given her away.


    Exasperated, Megan began to breathe faster. Short of breath, she stuttered, “Aunt Debbie, what are


    you… talking about… I… I…”


    It seemed to Debbie that Megan’s asthma attack always came at the best times. Debbie’s n had hit


    a snag, instead of staking her im to what was rightfully hers—Carlos himself. But yet again, it looked


    as though Debbie was bullying a patient.


    “Enough! Why are you being so noisy at the dinner table?” Seeing Megan struggling for breath, Valerie


    immediately gestured to a housemaid, instructing her to take care of Megan. In the meantime, she cast


    a stern nce at Debbie. Of course, Debbie wasn’t about to take that lying down.


    “I’m being noisy? But who started it?’ Unconvinced, Debbie pursed her


    Lips and focused on eating her food.


    Carlos put down his chopsticks and called in the steward. When the steward came into the dining


    room, he ordered, “Tomorrow, swap this table out for a rotating table.”


    “Yes, Carlos,” the steward answered and left.


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    Carlos put a piece of cabbage in Debbie’s bowl and looked at Valerie.


    “Grandma, Debbie’s part of this family too. If you y favorites, you’ll hurt Debbie’s heart. As time goes


    by, she may develop psychological problems. If that happens, you might find it harder to be a great-


    grandmother.”


    “A great-grandmother?


    Valerie Looked toward Debbie with hatred, while thetter blinked her innocent eyes at her. Debbie


    didn’t expect Carlos to mention having a child all of a sudden.


    “Just eat your food,” Carlos ordered her in a hushed voice. He moved more food to her te before


    eating his own.


    On the other side of the table, Valerie heaved a sigh of relief when


    Megan’s breathing had improved. It seemed like her asthma attack was going away. Debbie saw it too,


    and red at her briefly. She believed that Megan used it to get attention, and might even be faking to


    the whole ordeal. Quite the usation!


    After dinner, Valerie excused herself, and asked both Carlos and Megan toe into her room. She


    wanted to talk with them privately.


    Obviously knowing that Debbie was watching, Megan cheerfully closed the door.


    Left outside, Debbie made a face at the closed door. ‘Huh! I don’t give a damn what you will talk about,


    ‘ she thought, gritting her teeth.


    When she turned around, she saw an emotionless Miranda standing right behind her. In an instant, the


    grimace on her face was reced by a polite smile.


    “Aunt Miranda,” she greeted, sounding courteous.