"From now on, just eat the kind I give you. Little Abigail always eats that kind; it must be good," he demanded without room for doubt.
Charlotte Green sighed softly, "Okay."
Once again, riding on Little Abigail's coattails.
She didn't want to be jealous, but she couldn't control it.
She knew full well that all Abigail Summer was getting now was still not enough to compensate for the fraction of what she had dedicated back then, yet she couldn't stop comparing.
She hated this side of herself!
...
The next day, Charlotte Green bid farewell to Kevin Cliff, and as she descended the stairs through the side door, she saw Gavin Turner lingering at the entrance.
Kevin Cliff's bushy eyebrows knitted together, and his sharp eyes swept over Gavin coldly, warning Charlotte Green not to stay too long, before getting into his car and driving away.
"Senior, the wind is strong outside. Let's talk inside Little Abigail's room," Charlotte Green suggested with a smile.
