"Were you thinking about something? Your expression is hilarious!" Angela couldn't stop laughing.
Finn finally walked over, saw the photo, and couldn't help but smile wryly. "This will do. It's fine like this."
Angela's smile was especially radiant in the photo, reminding him of how she looked in his childhood memories.
As they walked out of the photography studio, Finn kept staring at the picture as if he couldn't get enough of it.
Angela was a little exasperated. "What now? Should we head to the pedestrian street for a walk?"
Finn agreed, and after their stroll, they made plans to go hiking together over the weekend.
On her way home, Angela bought food for Fiona.
"I'm back," Angela called out, pushing the door open with one hand. She assumed Fiona or Dexter would be there, but to her dismay, the only people in the living room were the two people she absolutely didn't want to see—Natalie and Trevor.
"Grandma." Angela set down her things before politely asking, "What brings you here? Have you eaten?"
"Come over here and sit." Natalie's expression was unpleasant, and her commanding tone made Angela uncomfortable.
"Grandma, don't be harsh on her. She's had a long day," Trevor said gently, sounding like the classic manipulative sweet-talker.
Natalie snorted. "She's treated you that way, yet you're still speaking up for her. Do you think she'll appreciate it?"
Angela took a deep breath.
It was clear that this old woman had come to stir up trouble, but how had she even gotten in? This was her turf, not some public space open to all members of the Bamford family.
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