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The deliveryman handed Docie the disownment papers. He glanced at her before pulling out a pen.
“Your father said you should sign these disownment papers if you have any dignity. If not, he’ll take the family overseas and never come back.”
Docie’s hand trembled as she heard the deliveryman’s words. Once considered lucky, she now wondered how she had ended up in this situation. Who had uncovered the issue with the perfume? Who had caused this?
The disownment papers terrified her. She knew she couldn’t sign them.
Shaking her head forcefully, she flung the pen aside. “I won’t sign.
They can’t abandon me now.”
Docie grabbed her dress, ready to leave, but the deliveryman blocked her way.
“Your father said you didn’t consider your family when you messed up. If you refuse, I’ll have to force your fingerprints onto the document.”
Docie was no match for the deliveryman’s strength. Helpless, she could only sob as he forced her fingers onto the disownment papers.
Once he had completed his task, the deliveryman left.
The landlord glanced at Docie, slumped on the ground, her hair disheveled, offering no sympathy.
“Stop crying and pack your stuff. You’ve got one day. If you’re not gone by then, I’ll toss your things out.”
When the landlord left, Docie urgently grabbed her phone.
She needed to tell her mother the disownment papers weren’t legally binding. But when she reached her, her mother, already expecting her, spoke flatly.
“If you come back, your father and I will lose our jobs. Without income, we’ll be struggling. Would you still want to come home?”
Docie remained silent, her phone still pressed to her ear. After ending the call, she stared blankly at Dane’s picture on the screen as it slowly dimmed.
He appeared distant, dignified, and strikingly handsome. But now, her yearning for him felt like her shattered phone screen—broken and filled with regret.
As Docie dragged her suitcase out of the rented apartment, she crossed paths with her two roommates returning from work. One of them hesitated, looking like she wanted to speak, but the other quickly tugged her away.
At Patton Manor, the lights blazed brightly. Isabella and the rest of the Patton family sat around the dining table, their eyes fixed on Dane and Susan.
A large, custom-made cake sat elegantly in front of them.
The cream patterns on the cake exuded warmth, and in the lower right corner, delicate lettering spelled out, “Wishing Dane and Susan all the best.”
This celebratory cake had been specially commissioned by Elaine from a pastry chef before dinner, ensuring that every ingredient was safe for Susan to enjoy.
Elaine urged with a smile, “Susan, Dane, stop staring and blow out the candles already. May you both be safe and sound for the rest of your lives!”
“Got it, Mom.” Dane chuckled, then gently helped Susan to her feet. “Susan, let’s blow out the candles together.”
The flickering flames of the candles reflected gently in Susan’s eyes as she was pulled up by Dane, still in a daze. As she felt the warmth of everyone’s anticipation and blessings, her eyes began to glisten with unshed tears.
She had endured many hardships before, but this time, no one blamed her.
They stood by her side, offering help and even celebrating her triumph over adversity with a grand cake. It was the first time she had ever experienced such support.
Susan tightened her grip on Dane’s hand, her heart swelling with emotion. She held back the tears, making a silent wish as she gazed at the glowing candles and the words on the cake.
No matter what came next, she hoped her family and friends could overcome their struggles and find lasting happiness.
She and Dane leaned in closer.
“It’s time to blow out the candles!”
Together, Dane and Susan blew out the candles, their heads close together. Isabella and Andrew exchanged a look, smiles playing on their faces as they clapped in unison with the rest of the Patton family. A servant handed a knife to Susan. Dane stood behind her, his large hands encircling hers as they cut the cake together.
Everyone at the table was served a slice, and even the servants in the manor received a piece.
“Thank you, Susan.” Waylon took the cake Susan handed him, took a bite, and then blinked. His eyes darted around the room before settling on Andrew.
It wouldn’t be any fun if the cake was just eaten without some playful mischief, and among everyone present, only his sister and Andrew were younger than him.
Waylon set his cake fork down and, unable to resist, decided to target Andrew instead of his sister.
“Andrew!” Waylon suddenly called out.
Andrew had just gotten up to take the cake from Dane when Waylon’s voice caught his attention. Just as he turned around, Isabella saw Waylon’s mischievous move—throwing cream at Andrew.
“Waylon!” she cried out in alarm, leaping to her feet to pull Andrew out of harm’s way. But Waylon’s aim was off. Before she could move Andrew, the cream veered off course and landed squarely on her forehead.
“Ouch!”
The members of the Patton family immediately clenched their fists, prepared to reprimand Waylon. But when their gazes shifted to Isabella, they all fell silent.
Her delicate face, now sporting a small dollop of cream on her brow, made her look irresistibly cute. Her serious expression only added to her charm. Everyone present, including Waylon, was completely enchanted.
Unlike the friends he used to play cake games with, Isabella was always adorable, no matter the situation.
However, Isabella had no idea how she looked at that moment. She only saw Waylon causing trouble, acting like a child. Biting her lip, she decided it was time to teach him a lesson.
Her gaze locked onto the cake in front of her. With quick hands, she scooped up some cream and hurried over to Waylon.
“Waylon!”
“What?”
Before Waylon could react, Isabella smeared three different colored streaks of cream across his face, turning him into a painted clown.
Laughter erupted from everyone present.
Elaine couldn’t help but lean her head on Glenn’s shoulder for support. “Waylon, this is called tit for tat!” Isabella spoke clearly, emphasizing each word before pausing to admire her handiwork.
Then, with a grin, she darted away just before Waylon could retaliate.
Waylon’s competitive spirit flared, and he was eager to chase her. But before he could move, Andrew, Dane, Howard, and everyone else at the table—except for Susan, Elaine, and Glenn—surrounded him, ready to keep him in check.
The spacious dining room provided plenty of room for the group to move about freely. Elaine wasn’t the least bit troubled by her youngest son’s hapless attempts to fight back. Instead, she cheerfully whipped out her phone, recording the chaotic scene to share in the family group chat.
Cream splattered everywhere in the dining room, and those acting like mischievous children soon shifted the “battle” to the lawn outside. Once they exhausted the cream from the cake, Waylon dashed into the kitchen and grabbed leftover cream from the pastry chef, determined to start another round of counterattacks.
The Waylon Manor hummed with laughter and joyful commotion. Despite the chaos, Isabella, aside from being caught in the initial ambush, managed to stay untouched. Watching Waylon fight valiantly despite being outmatched, she quietly slipped away to observe from a safer distance.
Noticing her retreat, Andrew followed her to the sidelines.
“Not joining the fun anymore?”
Isabella tilted her head, smiling mischievously at him. She had hoped to see him smeared with cream, but to her surprise, he remained pristine—not even a speck of cream touched his hair.
Isabella’s expression turned serious as she glanced at the chaos still unfolding. Even Milly, agile as she was, hadn’t avoided all the cream assaults. Yet Andrew stood unscathed, which proved he was more formidable than anyone else.
She thought her “minor injuries” made her a worthy victor, but seeing Andrew entirely untouched shattered that illusion.
Puffing her cheeks, Isabella looked adorable but was already plotting. She couldn’t let Andrew get away unscathed.
“You’re here, and I only want to play with you,” Andrew replied to Isabella’s question, pausing as if expecting her to continue, but she simply tilted her head, her gaze fixed on his face with a spark of excitement dancing in her eyes.
“Sweetheart?” Andrew leaned in closer, his voice teasing. “What are you thinking about?”
Andrew fell for the bait, and Isabella wasted no time, launching her attack with a quick, “Nothing!”
Her movement was quick, but his reflexes were quicker—his body responding instinctively to the sudden action. His slender hands shot out and caught Isabella’s delicate wrists with lightning speed. “Sweetheart, what are you going to do now?”
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