"Not ntion? Why not ntion? They are my parents, your son’s and daughter-in-law!" Sienna Quinn stared blankly at Old Mrs. Quinn. Was this really sothing a grandmother would say? She originally thought she had a place in this family, at least with her grandmother, but now it seed it was all just a delusion.
Seeing Sienna’s persistent look, Old Mrs. Quinn’s expression changed, no longer as kind and amiable as before. She frowned with so gloom: "I understand your feelings of losing your parents; they were my son and daughter-in-law too. Do you think my heart doesn’t ache?"
Sienna looked at her grandmother in disappointnt. Heartache?
Heartache isn’t expressed with such an expression!
"Sienna, Grandma knows what’s on your mind, but people have to look forward. The living must continue living."
Old Mrs. Quinn said patiently, but Sienna’s trembling little hand kept shaking, trying hard to suppress her emotions.
Clara Quinn raised her chin, speaking with disdain, "Do you really think you’re sothing special? If Grandma didn’t consider you one of the family, do you think you’d have a place here? Do you think you could still be sitting here?"
Sienna squinted her eyes and stood up, facing the four of them alone. Tom Quinn gently cleared his throat, "Sienna, you’ve been back for a while now. If we hadn’t seen your news online, we wouldn’t even know you had returned. If the outsiders knew, wouldn’t it bring sha to the Quinn Family? People would say we were mistreating the eldest brother’s orphan."
Sienna’s heart trembled, and in that mont, she finally understood why people who never sought her to return ho actually ca to the company today to invite her to attend the dinner. It was just a show for the outside world, making it seem like the Quinn Family was harmonious and full of affectionate relatives.
With a mocking smile on her lips, "I thought Grandma considered family. If it weren’t for the Quinn Family’s reputation, today’s dinner likely wouldn’t include . Compared to the family business’s reputation, our kinship is worthless, and it only holds value when it can be used at tis like this."
Old Mrs. Quinn frowned slightly, her gaze fixed on Sienna, who t her stare fearlessly. The two locked eyes.
Confidence, determination—those were the expressions Old Mrs. Quinn saw in Sienna’s eyes, involuntarily taken aback. When had this child beco so strong-willed? In her mory, Sienna had always been a timid child, rarely speaking up at the dining table when adults were talking.
"Sienna, what are you talking about?" Tom Quinn suddenly slamd the table, making the fat on his face shake with the movent of his body, his angry gaze bursting from his eyes.
"Hehe!" Sienna covered her mouth and laughed softly.
The clear and cold laughter startled everyone, sounding particularly harsh in the unusually quiet room.
The Quinns’ servants had already retreated when the dining room argunt started, leaving only the five of them in the dining room.
"What are you laughing at?" Clara was unnerved by Sienna’s laughter, thinking she must be crazy to laugh in such a situation.
"I find you all ridiculous!"
Sienna turned her head, her gaze sweeping over everyone, finally landing on Old Mrs. Quinn: "I originally thought at least Grandma was sincere with ."
Old Mrs. Quinn squinted, her face showing no extra emotion: "The honor of the Quinn Group cannot be tarnished. As a mber of the Quinn Family, you must bear this responsibility."
Responsibility? How laughable. At her most difficult ti, not only did she not receive protection from the Quinn Family, but she was also oppressed by Clara and Amanda Warren.
The room full of people locked eyes, the heavy atmosphere on the verge of exploding.
Ding-dong!
The ringing interrupted the tension between them.
"Who has co?"
Amanda Warren said to the servant outside.
A woman dressed in a servant’s outfit entered, cautiously glancing at Sienna before she spoke, "President Lawson has co!"
"President Lawson? Landon Lawson? Landon Lawson is here?" Clara excitedly jumped up, her excitent making her at a loss of what to do, with uncontrollable excitent on her face.
The servant nodded, and indeed it was Landon Lawson standing outside.
"It’s really Stephen who’s co. Why didn’t you let Stephen co in directly? How could you let him wait outside?" Clara ran out excitedly, forgetting even to eat dinner.
Sienna stood dumbfounded in place. How did Landon Lawson end up here? Was it a coincidence or intentional? Had Landon Lawson and the Quinn Family been in contact these years?
Old Mrs. Quinn, Tom Quinn, and Amanda Warren exchanged glances, each seeing the shock in the other’s eyes. Landon Lawson’s sudden arrival had clearly been unexpected.
Landon Lawson stood at the entrance holding Evan Quinn’s chubby little hand. After the servant went to report, she hadn’t co out yet.
Evan Quinn looked around, pouting, and curiously said, "Is this Mommy’s old ho? It’s much bigger than the house Mommy and I used to live in, but why doesn’t Mommy want to co back?"
Evan Quinn was full of curiosity about this place, curious about how Mommy used to live here.
Landon Lawson lowered his head to look at the small child next to him, "Very big? Our house will be even bigger in the future."
"Tch! If you don’t coax Mommy, I’m not going to live with you."
Evan Quinn snorted, nudging the door with his nose: "Why hasn’t the door opened yet? Didn’t you say you have a lot of influence? I don’t see it."
Landon Lawson’s face darkened, embarrassed to lose face in front of this little rascal.
"Waiting to be announced is basic courtesy, nothing to do with status."
As the two spoke, the villa’s front door opened from the inside.
A young face with flamboyant makeup appeared, her eyes brimming with excitent, those fervent eyes rolling as she stared at Landon Lawson.
"Stephen, why didn’t you say you were coming early so I could prepare?" She entwined her hands in front of her chest, swaying her body bashfully back and forth.
Evan Quinn shivered as he stood aside. This woman was acting coy with his daddy...
"No need to dress up. It’s all the sa!" A cold voice issued from Landon Lawson.
Haha!
Evan Quinn burst out laughing, finding his words quite stinging.
Hearing Evan’s voice, Clara noticed for the first ti that there was a young child standing beside Landon Lawson. She forced a smile, crouched down, and with a fake smile on her face, reached out to pinch Evan’s little cheek.
"Whose adorable child is this? So cute."
Evan frowned, dodging backward to avoid Clara touching him. His big eyes spun mischievously, already plotting an idea in his mind: "I’m Daddy’s son."
He smiled sweetly at Landon Lawson as he spoke.
The latter affectionately ruffled his fluffy little head.
"Daddy?" Clara was stunned.
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