Romans & histoires My Sister Judy Easton

The news of Seth's decision to adopt rapidly spread throughout the upper class. Andon stood in the corner, looking grim and ready to swallow someone whole. I held a glass of champagne and walked over to him. As I gently swirled the liquid in my glass, I smiled meaningfully. "Are you happy, Andon? You're going to have a niece and nephew soon." He stared fixedly at me, his eyes filled with rage and defiance. "Elise, you—" I interrupted him as soon as he spoke. "Be polite. I'm your sister-in-law."

Ezekiel's eyes widened in shock, and Rebecca quickly stepped between us. With an aggrieved tone, she said, "Maisie, if you don't want to, that's fine. Don't make things harder for Ezekiel. I'll go to the hospital right now and end the pregnancy!" Her tone was so determined that Ezekiel immediately wrapped his arms around her waist. However, the look he gave me was cold enough to send chills down my spine. "Maisie Shaffer, Rebecca is your sister. Do you really have to push her this far?!"

"Mom, doesn’t my skin look even more yellow? I feel like I’m turning into pure gold!" "Yes, yes, Sharon! I’d say you’re carrying our golden blessed child!” I opened my eyes in shock and saw my mom holding a large bowl of chicken soup, doting on my sister-in-law. When Sharon Fox noticed me, she quickly handed me the bowl. "Fiona, you drink this first. Even if I’m carrying a golden blessed child, you’ll always be our family’s sweetheart."

Esther immediately know that Judy has some ill intentions hidden in her sleeve. After a moment of surprise, she was relieved soon. No wonder she always feels that the two sisters of the Lewiston family are not like each other. From head to toe, there is nothing like it. She secretly suppressed the surprise in her heart and asked calmly on the surface: "Then your brother..." As Judy's agent for two years, Esther still knows a little about her family. Knowing that she and Alice and Kyle are not very good. "You say that Kyle is the sick and dead ghost?" Judy's words were full of disgust, and his attitude was definitely not like that of his own brother. "She is a wild seed in the orphanage like

Brienne exclaimed in disbelief. "Oh, please, Brienne! You're not really my parents' child. It’s because of you being in this family that we hated staying with them. We will never like you, Brienne. The least you could do is agree to this," Judy said. "Judy! Are you hearing yourself?" Brienne asked, utterly hurt by her sister's words. "I never thought you were my real sister, Brienne. So shut the f*ck up and let us sell this f*cking house!" Judy said. "Don’t worry, you'll get your share if you cooperate and sign the papers," she added.

As I stepped in, the sound came in, the thrum of a party, laughter and music and clinking of glasses, clacking of cutlery against plates. Did they? Did they throw me a party? Of course they did. They knew I was coming home today so they must have thrown me a welcome home party. “I am so excited!” I giggled as I slipped through the side door, my suitcase bumping quietly against my leg. CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR PROMOTION YVONNE! Ah…so it wasn’t a party to welcome me home? It was a party for her…to celebrate her promotion. It was all for her…My older sister Yvonne, the apple of their eye, their pride and joy.

So I turned on the radio, soft jazz flooding the car and quietly along with the tune. “Still your favorite?” “Hm?” I asked. Not that I hadn’t heard his question, but I hadn’t expected him to know. “Ah… yes.” I answered. Minutes later, we pulled up at Swiss bar, one of Julie’s frequent hangouts, so I felt a little more comfortable having the conversation here. We took seats at one of the stools as the bar attendant walked toward us with a small menu. She handed it to Orion while bending awkwardly so that her already visible cleavage was now fully on display for him.