Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him novel Chapter 750

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Chapter 750 The Clinging Big Sister and the High–Speed Reunion

He’d probably need to be put on something. A sedative, maybe.

Max lowered his eyes to Troy’s pale face, and a quiet heaviness settled over him. People really were limited. Since he was little, more people than he could count had loved Troy, spoiled him, put him on a pedestal. Even Ayla had loved him deeply for three full years.

Max had grown up by Troy’s side. He’d seen it with his own eyes—the envy in Draven’s gaze whenever he looked at Troy. Even Draven had been willing to be his friend.

But Troy had never cared. Never valued any of that goodwill. Every time something went wrong, he turned on everyone around him. No wonder he was so miserable.

If Troy was ever going to pull himself out of this, he had to do it himself. Figure things out, let go, learn to value what he already had. Otherwise, no one could save him.

That was why, in Max’s view, Troy wasn’t fit to be around the children right now.

A week passed in the blink of an eye.

Draven brought the babies back to Trensea.

Flying would have made the babies‘ ears ache from the cabin pressure, and Ayla couldn’t bear to put them

hrough that again, so Draven and the rest of the group drove back instead.

That way, they could go straight to the door. Draven had originally told her not to come out to meet them.

But Ayla had gone ahead and waited by the highway exit anyway.

With Fabiola right behind her.

Ayla was driving, Fabiola in the passenger seat.

After the car stopped, Fabiola turned to Ayla with open admiration on her face. “You look kind of cool behind the wheel.”

Ayla asked, “You’ve had people tracking my every move this whole time. You didn’t know I could drive?”

“That part, I honestly didn’t know.” Fabiola’s eyes lit up. “So you’re even more impressive than I thought?”

Ayla was speechless.

She had this strange feeling that no matter what she did, Fabiola found it fascinating. And somehow, Fabiola’s relentless clinging had actually worked–Ayla had let her into her car.

Really, it was because Fabiola knew where the line was. And recently, she’d introduced Ayla to a well- known industry director who could helm one of the company’s dramas.

Ayla hadn’t wanted much involvement with Fabiola, but during the company meeting, everyone agreed it was too good an opportunity to pass up.

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Ayla was the boss, but the company had a VP and others, so she’d gone along with it. And since the collaboration looked likely to work out, the two of them had grown close faster than expected.

This was just another kind of sugar–coated bullet.

“Ayla, you can’t hook your sis’s curiosity and then leave it hanging. Tell me already.” Fabiola was practically vibrating with impatience.

Ayla looked at that glowing, eager face. On the surface, Fabiola was polished and composed. But the way she acted, the way she looked at people? Pure obsession.

Ayla truly could not take the endless pestering, so she pulled up an old training video and let her watch.

The second Fabiola got the phone, it proved what everyone already knew: anything genuinely impressive gets universal praise.

Fabiola was completely blown away. She gave Ayla a big thumbs up. “Ayla, you’re insane!”

The corner of Ayla’s mouth curved up before she could stop it.

Fabiola caught that modest little reaction and burst out laughing. “Look at you, secretly loving it! Hahaha.”

Ayla couldn’t help it–she gave Fabiola a light shove. Cut it out.

Fabiola had found another way to get a rise out of her very buttoned–up little sister. “What’s wrong? You get all shy when your sis compliments you?”

Ayla leveled her with a look. “You really want to keep going?”

Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” Fabiola clutched her stomach, still laughing. “Ayla, why are you so cute? I can’t take it, hahaha.”

To everyone else, Ayla was a powerhouse–sharp, fast, cool, and commanding. The kind of person you didn’t dare mess with, let alone tease.

But to Fabiola, Ayla was unbearably adorable. She couldn’t resist poking at her. Even when she pushed too ar and got Ayla genuinely riled up, she still wanted to do it.

Ayla pressed two fingers to her forehead. “Is everything I do just one big punchline to you?”

Fabiola was always laughing at nothing. Sometimes, she would just stare at Ayla until something in that head of hers clicked and she cracked up all over again.

Ayla genuinely marveled. She was Kaleb’s older sister–she knew what it was like to be the big one–and she was absolutely nothing like Fabiola.

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