The jealousy dripping from Maryanne's tone made Lily uncomfortable. Uneasiness churned in her stomach as she held the croissants and oatmeal.
Looking unfazed, Terence explained, "One of your hands is injured. I'll feed you."
Maryanne pouted her lips, resting her hands on her hips as she snapped, "Yeah, you should take care of her then!"
"I'm just kidding," Terence said, pointing at another box of croissants on the coffee table. "Yours is over there."
"I know you're the best, Terence!" Maryanne exclaimed before patting Lily's shoulder. "You should also acknowledge him as your brother—it's like winning the lottery in life!"
A smile spread on Lily's face as she nodded. "Sure. I'll make sure to cozy up to you, Terence."
"You're not allowed to," he promptly refused. "Unless you do it in a different way."
Maryanne had hurried toward the couch to indulge in the croissants. She was starving, so she barely noticed what Terence had just said.
But Lily heard him loud and clear. She didn't dare to respond and merely stuffed her face with food.
The Devereux siblings had kept her company for the entire morning. She had been distracted, her mind constantly drifting to different thoughts.
She pondered Terence's unusual attitude and also wondered how Xavier was going to clear Sarah's name.
Then, she thought about her hand. Was it really incurable?
This accident had been so sudden that she still hadn't fully recollected herself. At least for now, she hadn't yet realized the consequences of being unable to fully recover and return to designing.
The more Lily thought about it, the more anxious she felt.
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