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Subconsciously, Mrs. Jenkins glanced at Olivia Jenkins and Hannah Jenkins.
Whenever her father's things were mentioned, Hannah's complexion would sour, and suddenly, Mrs. Jenkins's pupils shrank and her brow furrowed tightly.
The waiter served the dishes, and it was almost time to eat. Olivia, in a soft voice, said, "Grandma, let's look at it at home. Let's eat first. It's getting cold; we should eat while it's hot."
Mrs. Jenkins nodded slightly, "Alright, I need to treasure this box. I need to see what your father has left for us."
Olivia tidied up the box and moved it to the side.
Hannah remained silent and picked up her spoon to start on her soup.
Despite Hannah's effort to remain calm, a hint of panic still betrayed her emotions.
Mrs. Jenkins noticed Hannah's slightly trembling hands and her gaze grew complicated.
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The meal was nearly finished when Mrs. Jenkins broached the main topic.
