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The atmosphere inside the Whitmore mansion had finally relaxed after the earlier chaos surrounding the children. The tense questioning, the endless concerns, and the protective instincts of every family member had finally settled into something much warmer. Ethan had returned to his usual mission of being as irritating as humanly possible. Alexander sat with his phone in hand, pretending complete disinterest while somehow remaining aware of every single conversation taking place around him. Richard was on what was likely his fourth cup of black coffee despite Victoria's repeated complaints, and Victoria herself was distributing criticism equally among family members as only a mother could. And Clara... felt genuinely content. She sat comfortably between her mother and Ethan, relaxed in a way she hadn't been in a very long time. Every now and then, Ethan would say something so absurd that even she couldn't stop herself from laughing. For a few precious moments, she was
Every Whitmore in the room suddenly became interested, very interested, dangerously interested. Clara pressed the FaceTime button and waited. Only a few moments passed before the call connected. Jade appeared on the screen, sitting inside his office. Several stacks of documents covered his desk. A laptop sat open beside him. His tie was slightly loosened, and he looked incredibly busy. Yet despite everything on his desk, despite whatever work he had been handling, he had still answered her call immediately. His eyes settled on Clara. "You called." Clara blinked. "You answered quickly." "You called," Jade repeated, as though that alone explained everything. And somehow... it did. A smile tugged at her lips. Of course it did. Jade continued calmly. "I thought you wanted me to pick you up." "I do," Clara answered. "I'm already preparing to leave," Jade assured her. The simple statement warmed Clara's heart more than she wanted to admit. Then she cleared her t
Clara had not realized how quickly time had passed until the golden glow of the late afternoon began spilling through the tall windows of the Whitmore mansion. The entire day had disappeared in what felt like mere moments. One minute she had arrived, and the next she was sitting comfortably on the large sofa surrounded by the people she loved most in the world. Laughter drifted through the room as naturally as breathing. Stories she had heard countless times before somehow felt brand new again. Richard Whitmore had long since abandoned any intention of reading the newspaper resting on his lap and instead spent most of the afternoon arguing with Ethan about everything imaginable. One moment, they were debating business strategies; the next, sports teams; and somehow, the discussion had evolved into a heated disagreement about whether pineapple belonged on pizza. Victoria Whitmore alternated between scolding everyone for their behavior and secretly spoiling them moments l
The moment Clara disappeared into the kitchen, an emergency family meeting immediately commenced in the living room. Her father cleared his throat. "Remember! No complaints." Everyone noddedd as Alexander added, "Even if it's terrible." Her mother sighed. "If she burns something, nobody says anything." Ethan looked devastated. "What if she burns everything?" "We still say nothing." They replied. "What if it's inedible?" Ethan asked again. "We eat it." The said. "What if we die?" Ethan said with a horrified face. "We die supportively." The family collectively agreed. ******* Twenty minutes later, a delicious aroma drifted through the mansion, which made everyone pause. Sniff... Another sniff. Mrs. Whitmore slowly sat upright. "Do you smell that?" Her father lowered his newspaper. Alexander turned toward the hallway, and Ethan frowned. "That smells..." A pause. "...really good." The family exchanged confused glances before standing almost simultaneousl
The next few hours passed far more pleasantly than Clara ever could have imagined. For the first time in years, she found herself simply sitting with her family and enjoying their company. There were no schemes, no arguments, no hidden agendas, and no exhausting drama. It was just family-laughing, talking, and spending time together. It was the kind of simple happiness she had never fully appreciated in her previous life, and now she found herself cherishing every second of it. Naturally, Ethan was responsible for most of the chaos. The moment he realized Clara was indulging him instead of threatening him, he became completely impossible. Sprawled across the couch, he began listing increasingly ridiculous things he wanted from her, starting with expensive watches and motorcycles before somehow escalating to yachts, private islands, and half the family company. Everyone laughed at his nonsense, assuming it would go nowhere, until he jokingly added one final request.
Then Alexander finally ended his phone call and turned around. Unlike everyone else, he immediately noticed something was wrong. His expression softened. Concern replacing amusement. He walked toward her slowly. "Coco?" The childhood nickname nearly destroyed her remaining composure. They usually call her either 'Coco' or 'Rara'. Alexander frowned. "What's wrong?" That was it, the final straw. Before anyone could react, Clara rushed forward and threw herself into her father's arms. "Dad!" The newspaper immediately flew away, and the older man nearly lost his balance. The entire Whitmore family froze. Because Clara Whitmore did not hug people. Especially not without warning. Yet here she was, holding her father tightly while tears streamed down her face as though she might never see him again. The room erupted into chaos. "What happened?" "Did somebody die?" "Who's dead?" "Why is she crying?" "Did the world end?" "Another trick?" Clara couldn'
Meanwhile, the mall was alive with a vibrant, almost intoxicating energy. Lively music drifted through the open spaces from different shops, blending with the constant hum of conversation, the cheerful laughter of children, and the occasional chime of glass doors opening and closing as customers
Clara gestured toward the couch. "The kids and I, of course." Jade's eyes shifted back to the children. Lucas met his father's gaze calmly. Emily lifted her hand and waved shyly. "Hi, Daddy..." And Sophie suddenly jumped off the couch and ran toward him. "Daddy!" Jade instinctively crouched just
Clara didn’t answer right away. Outside the windows, the scenery gradually began to change. The lively shopping streets faded behind them, replaced by taller and more imposing buildings. Glass skyscrapers stretched into the sky, their reflective surfaces glowing under the evening lights. Corp
Soon the aroma of freshly cooked food spread through the kitchen like a warm embrace, rich and inviting, wrapping around the room in a way that instantly softened the atmosphere. It wasn't the kind of elaborate, overly decorated cuisine usually presented at luxurious banquets, with fancy sauces a







