At that time, brothers born of the same mother...
Thinking of this, Eleanor Spencer Atkinson could only feel suffocated, only by tightly clutching at her own blouse could she stop her body from trembling.
Meanwhile.
France, Provence.
Private island!
Under the sun umbrella, Forsythia Brown, wearing a loose-fitting long dress, lay on the lounger, reaching out to grab the kiwi juice placed on the table beside her and once again drank it down in one gulp.
Forsythia Brown looked at the empty three glass bottles on the table, her beautiful eyebrows quivering slightly.
On the table, there were mango juice, strawberry juice, pineapple juice, lemon juice, and the like, but Forsythia Brown always chose that tooth-achingly sour, unripe kiwi juice to drink, even though it made Forsythia Brown, who was fond of sour things, wince in pain.
Next, Forsythia Brown casually grabbed a homemade burger and then wrapped all the pickles on the plate inside the burger, devouring it in big bites.
