As Xanthea stepped into the hallway, she saw Matthew and Miranda seated on opposite sides of the long dining table.
Miranda's face lit up with an innocent, sweet smile upon seeing her, "You look even more radiant, sis! It's amazing what a success can do for one's beauty!
"I heard that while I was sick, you've been busy filming and even did a reality show. Your value's soaring, almost rivaling that of top celebrities. Congratulations, sis!
"The next big superstar of the entertainment industry—it has got to be you!"
Her words were filled with admiration, but the nails digging into her palms beneath the table told another story.
Bitch, stealing my championship, taking my resources, endangering my life, stepping over my dead body. I'll make you pay dearly!
"Thanks, sis~" Xanthea's eyes narrowed into a smile, "You haven't been idle either; just out of the hospital and you even..."
She paused, making Miranda and Matthew's hearts skip a beat at her words.
Xanthea glanced at their guilty expressions, smiling even deeper as she gestured to the gift boxes on the table, "And you even brought gifts for everyone. How thoughtful."
Miranda secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
That was close, she thought Xanthea found out.
But well, how could she? All she cares about is her "Matt," and she wouldn't notice anything anyway.
"It's the least I could do. Thanks to everyone's care, I recovered quickly, especially my dear sister."
Miranda stressed the last word, but under Ethan's warning glance, she lowered her head.
"It's nothing; we're all family, after all." Xanthea graciously accepted her thanks, "And if you ever want apple turnovers again, just let me know."
At the mention of apple turnovers, Miranda clenched her teeth.
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