The Aron brothers exchanged glances, wanting to ask Esme if her omelette was really more important than the chaos unfolding around her. But they could only stare at her in speechless disbelief.
Helga, noticing Aron kick Esme, turned to him with irritation. "What kind of behavior is this? How dare you kick the president? Huh?"
Aron pouted, rolling his eyes. "What president? You just care about this bitch—" he mumbled under his breath.
Helga raised an eyebrow. "What did you say?"
"Nothing," he quickly replied, forcing a pitiful expression. "I miss you, baby."
In an instant, Helga grabbed his ears and tugged. "Oh, and who was it that left me with a short note saying he was leaving? Huh?"
The room filled with a mix of laughter and tension as the playful banter continued, highlighting the odd dynamics between them all.
