"Harvey, eat your fish." Mrs. Bell picked out the bones and fed a piece of fish to the little boy.
"I don’t want fish!" Harvey pushed her hand away, his childish voice stubborn. "I want sausage!"
"Be a good boy, Harvey. Eating fish makes you smart," Mrs. Bell coaxed patiently. "Sausage isn’t nutritious. It’s just bad meat. It doesn’t taste good."
"I don’t care!" Harvey slapped his little hand down, knocking the bowl from Mrs. Bell’s grasp. He burst into tears and threw a tantrum. "I just want to eat sausage!"
Susan watched this scene with a blank expression.
Mr. Bell’s brow furrowed tightly. Just when Susan thought he was about to get angry, she heard his resigned voice, "Maybe just give him a little bit of sausage."
"Fine, fine, fine." Mrs. Bell also gave in. "Stop crying, Harvey. I’ll get you some sausage."
Only then did Harvey stop crying, his entire demeanor brightening.
Susan felt a wave of irritation watching him. She took a deep breath, put down her chopsticks, and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Mr. Bell asked.
"His noise has made me lose my appetite," Susan retorted before turning and heading back to her room.
Mrs. Bell returned with the sausage to find her daughter’s seat empty. "Huh, where’s Susan?"
Mr. Bell replied, "She said she lost her appetite."
"That girl. She must be dieting again." Mrs. Bell sighed and shook her head, peeling the casing off the sausage. "Harvey, you can only have half. Sausage isn’t nutritious."
Susan lay on her bed, hugging Mandy, her mind replaying the words Renee Jennings had said to the netizen that afternoon.
’I have to be firm and state my position...’
"Mandy, what should I do? I’m so anxious right now." Susan rubbed her cheek against Mandy’s fluffy head.
"MEOW~" Mandy encouraged her. "You can do it, Susan."
Susan laughed. "I really wish I knew what you were saying."
A little while later, a knock came from the other side of her door, followed by Mrs. Bell’s voice.
"Susan, your father and I are taking Harvey for a walk downstairs. Do you want to come?"
Susan abruptly sat up, yanked the door open, and stared at her mother with a frown. "Mom, am I your biological daughter?"
Mrs. Bell was stunned for a couple of seconds before replying with an amused laugh, "What a silly thing to say, sweetie. Of course you’re my biological daughter."
"Really?" Susan took a deep breath, her tone turning more serious. "Then why do I feel like Harvey is your real child?"
This time, Mrs. Bell was stunned for a long while before she snapped back to reality. "Don’t talk nonsense. Harvey is Ben’s son."
Susan let out a cold laugh. "Oh, is that right? So you *do* know Harvey is Ben’s son, and not yours."
"You..." Mrs. Bell’s face hardened, a hint of displeasure in her voice. "Susan, why are you talking like that?"
"I’m not wrong, am I?" Susan forced a stiff, fake smile. "I’ve seen how you two have been treating Harvey these past few days."