Whitney Lynch’s sharp voice pierced Tiana Thorne’s eardrums.
Her heart sank, and the brief sense of familiarity disappeared.
She looked up and saw Whitney Lynch walking over.
Her earrings were two diamonds, and as she approached, they caught the sunlight, a ray piercing Tiana’s eyes.
Slightly uncomfortable, she blinked softly and reopened her eyes as Whitney had walked near.
Speaking of society ladies, Whitney truly deserved the title; she was covered in designer labels, fearing no one would miss her wealth.
Whitney’s reprimanding voice carried a hint of indulgence: "Tiana, how could you co back without letting know in advance? I could have prepared."
Tiana lightly pursed her lips, her smile carrying a tinge of indifference: "Mom, you’re already well-prepared. I see your attire must cost nearly a million, right?"
Whitney, having navigated high society for so many years, felt embarrassed internally but maintained a smile: "Our Tiana is getting more beautiful. Your sister said you’re doing well in the entertainnt industry; truly, you’re a mother’s pride."
May Sloane almost vomited the morning’s breakfast upon hearing that.
Isaac’s expression was icy, with a light frown.
This mother-daughter pair felt sowhat formal, even distant, to him.
Isaac could feel it, so how could Sean Thorne not? His expression seed calm, but his voice was very low: "Go check the kitchen and lend a hand. I rember Tiana loves your braised pork trotters."
Whitney: "..."
She knew this would be the result.
When Tiana ntioned wanting to eat braised pork trotters, Whitney knew she was being intentionally difficult.
Tiana followed with a playful smile, coquettishly said: "Yes, I’ve missed your braised pork trotters since I haven’t been ho for a while."
May, understanding her best, couldn’t help a smile, letting out a soft laugh.
Tiana was secretly calling Whitney a pig.
Whitney heard her laughter, then noticed the two outsiders in the room, frowning: "Tiana, who are these two?"
"They’re Tiana’s friends; you should head to the kitchen first."
Whitney nodded and glanced at May once more, finding her smile increasingly glaring.
Tiana reminded again: "Make sure the braised pork trotters are flavorful~"
May laughed again.
Whitney then realized that Tiana, that little wretch, was insulting her!
Sean Thorne saw the fury restrained in his wife’s eyes and frowned.
Just days ago, when Tiana was sick and weak, Whitney whispered in his ear.
She said: Poor Tiana needs care; if you can visit her at the hospital, do so. There are just two daughters; both deserve equal love.
Whitney’s tender care moved him deeply. She no longer favored one child, giving them equal love, which was the essence of a happy family.
Who knew, after saying that, she’d run to the mall the next day, spending over fifty thousand on earrings alone.
It wasn’t about being stingy with money; his wife spending his money was only natural.
But how could she have the mood for spending at such a critical mont? It left him disappointed and angry, and he’d been neglecting her since.
Tiana had just pointed out her extravagance again, reminding Sean of Whitney’s actions.
Right now, anger surged within him, and he grumbled: "Well, don’t dawdle, go!"
Whitney was furious but couldn’t explode, putting on the gracious smile of the mistress of the house: "Alright, you guys chat in the living room first. Tiana, don’t neglect your friends."
"I know."
Whitney turned to leave, her face turning the color of a pig’s liver.
How could Sean not hear that little minx was insulting her?
He was obviously biased; why wasn’t he this good to Gigi?
He neglected his own daughter, doting on a foundling, it drove her mad!
But what was most troubling was she couldn’t tell Sean Thorne that Tiana wasn’t their daughter.
She could only bear this grievance for now.
"Take a seat, don’t stand on ceremony." Sean Thorne suggested, his previous dignity diminished, now just a gentle elder.
"Uncle Thorne, you sit too."
Everyone sat down, except for Isaac, who stood aside.
Tiana considered from his perspective; Isaac had his principles, and asking him to sit would truly put him in a bind.
Thinking about it, she decided to let him be.
"Tiana, how is your health?"
"I’m fine now; I’ve been taking supplents lately and gained several pounds." It was true; since Aiden Shaw went on a business trip, Uncle Hayes had been serving different soups daily, taking good care of her.
"Has filming been tough lately?"
Tiana shook her head: "Once you get used to it, it’s not tiring. Dad, don’t worry about ; be more concerned about yourself, your heart has always been weak, don’t stress too much."
Sean Thorne smiled and shook his head, not responding.
How could he not worry?
From Tiana’s birth, he felt clearly Whitney didn’t treat her as well as she treated Gigi.
He feared Tiana would feel unbalanced inside, only trying to fill the maternal love she lacked with paternal love as much as possible.
Now this family seed calm on the surface, but it couldn’t withstand turmoil.
Tiana added: "Dad, I’ve learned dicine; after dinner, I’ll check you over—you’re the pillar of our family, you need to be healthy."
"Okay." He had heard about it online and felt a sense of pride inside.
At this mont, the villa’s door opened.
Returning at this ti was Georgia Thorne.
Tiana squinted her foxy eyes, nonchalantly peeling an apple for her father, lowering her eyelids, her gaze deep.
Georgia Thorne looked up and saw quite a few people in the living room: "Dad, I’m back."
"Co over and sit."
She nodded and looked around carefully, a gentle smile carrying a hint of surprise: "Tiana is back."
Tiana and May simultaneously looked up.
She lightly curled her lips, a tone devoid of warmth or coldness: "Hey sis, long ti no see."
Georgia nodded, her smile growing softer, carrying so reproach but mostly concern: "After so many things happened, you’re just now returning ho. Is your health alright? Why didn’t you previously answer my calls? To learn about your situation, I had to ask Dad every day."
"I’m very well, no need to worry." Tiana smiled though lacked genuine intimacy.
She never wanted to be too close to Georgia Thorne because she didn’t trust her.
In the past, too many things happened. If this sister truly cared, why would Tiana be depressed?
Perhaps it was a misunderstanding, but before fully trusting her sincerity, she’d maintain this stance.
May Sloane’s gaze languidly examined Georgia Thorne; she noticed this woman was beautiful, resembling Whitney Lynch more, but with a nose as prominent as Uncle Thorne’s, her smile gentle and loving—a serene inner grace that made her beauty comforting.
anwhile, Georgia Thorne noticed her, warmth receding, frowned: "May Sloane?"
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