Carrie’s expression was contorted. Blanca stood in the doorway. Mr. Johnson’s head was bent. Seemed like Carrie was talking about her?

Why was she taking the bullet?

“What’s wrong, Grandpa? I could hear the fam arguing from a mile away!” Blanca adjusted her mood in the doorway and walked over to the sofa, sitting down on the sofa. She took the old man’s hand and giggled, “What’s that for, Grandpa. We are a family. And you’re so on in years now.”

“You slick little girl, you’re the only one who knows how to talk properly!”

Alan chuckled and clapped Blanca on the arm, sighing, “We’d wanted to have you over for dinner, but…”

“What’s happened?” Blanca blinked.

Seemed like it had something to do with her.

stood before the old man, and said, “Grandpa, Blanca’s too young to arrange the

Birthday feast?

What birthday feast?

“Matthew’s right, Dad. Blanca’s still young. Even if you want to give her control of the family, you have to take it slow,

and Carries words, Blanca deduced

Alan’s birthday

feast for himself, but Carrie felt like it was

party at the end of it? She couldn’t

rolled and she turned to look at Matthew. Matthew felt there was some special meaning to her smile. Then he heard Blanca say, proudly and shyly all at once. “Besides, since you’re so high in status, Grandpa, your birthday feast has to be a sight to see, and it

“Hah hah hah hah…”

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