"You should leave for now," Faye Wyatt said calmly, meeting her somewhat scrutinizing gaze. "We’ll talk later."
Zoe Morgan took a deep breath and forced a smile. "It’s fine. I don’t mind that you have other people over."
With that, she slung her bag over her shoulder and walked into the living room without even changing into slippers.
She was seething inside, determined to see who was at Faye Wyatt’s house that would make her unwelcome.
Zoe Morgan walked into the living room and saw the three figures sitting at the dining table. Her steps halted abruptly, and she froze as if struck by lightning.
’How could it be them?’
The three people she had just seen yesterday were now sitting around the dining table in Faye Wyatt’s home, dressed in casual, comfortable pajamas, eating a meal.
Her face filled with shock, Zoe Morgan stiffly turned her head to look at Faye Wyatt. "What... is the meaning of this?"
Then, she looked back toward the dining table.
Renee Jennings slowly and methodically sipped her hot and sour soup, treating Zoe as if she were thin air.
Sylvia Brooks said hesitantly, "Vincent’s aunt, we meet again."
"Summer, you’ve got it wrong," Michelle Fuller said with a mischievous grin. "She’s Yvonne’s dad."
Zoe Morgan’s expression instantly turned hideous. She gritted her teeth. "Don’t you go too far."
"Have we gone as far as you?" Renee Jennings scoffed. "You had Zachary Morgan give you a daughter, and then had Aria Sinclair raise her for you."
"You..." Zoe Morgan opened her mouth but didn’t know how to refute it. She said, with no conviction, "Y-You’re spouting baseless accusations."
She frantically grabbed Faye Wyatt’s hand, her voice filled with urgency. "Fanny, don’t listen to her nonsense. I didn’t do it."
She couldn’t lose Faye Wyatt.
If Aria Sinclair decided to retaliate against her, she could still take refuge with Faye Wyatt.
’Although she’s just a zoo director, her brother is Frederick Wyatt, the mayor of Zenvia City.’
Faye Wyatt pulled her hand back, her gaze cold and indifferent as she looked down at her. "Zoe, in your heart, what do I even mean to you?"
"Fanny, you’re my best sister," Zoe Morgan said, grabbing her hand again. "I don’t have any sisters. In my heart, you *are* my sister. You have to believe me."
This time, Faye Wyatt forcefully threw her hand off, her voice filled with disappointment. "Zoe Morgan, that’s enough. I see you for who you really are now."
"Fanny, don’t listen to their nonsense!" Zoe Morgan said in a panic. "They’re deliberately trying to drive a wedge between us! You can’t believe them!"
"Stop talking," Faye Wyatt said, her face taut with impatience. "I don’t want to hear it. You’re not the Zoe Morgan I used to know. You’re completely inhuman."
"Fanny, please let me explain..."
"I don’t want to hear it!" Faye Wyatt didn’t want to frighten her three sweeties, so she struggled to suppress her erupting emotions. Her voice was as cold as ice. "From now on, we’ll go our separate ways. We have nothing to do with each other anymore!"
Zoe Morgan shook her head desperately, choking back sobs. "Fanny, don’t be like this. You’re my best sister. I can’t lose you!"