Dusk Snow Hides All Return (Rowan and Adrienne) novel Chapter 159

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“No, when Ma’am entrusted Sophia to me, she said she didn’t want her child to be rich and powerful, only that she would be safe

and sound.”

“The problem is, she’s not safe now!” Emily’s eyes reddened. “I can’t bear it either We raised her to be well–educated and refined, as beautiful as a flower; she’s my life. But now, what has her marriage become? How has she been bullied? It all boils down to the fact that we have no background, no power! If they knew she was a Lawson Family werewolf, would they dare to bully her like this? Vera would probably be scrambling to curry favor!”

“Sigh,” my grandmother sighed again. “The Lawson Family is a den of vipers. Now she’s only suffering a little bit, but if she goes back to the Lawson Family, she might lose her life.”

” ”

“Don’t mention this anymore, especially not in front of Sophia. Do you hear me?”

“Mm.”

Emily nodded, still feeling resentful. Her daughter was so good, why was she being treated like this?

Upstairs, I saw my mother and grandmother, who had been drying fish just moments before, arguing. My mother’s eyes were red, and my grandmother’s expression was serious.

I went downstairs, taking one of their arms each. “Let’s try my cooking for lunch today; I learned a super delicious beef recipe from

an uncle.”

“Okay, let’s try your cooking.” Emily gently caressed my face.

My grandmother smiled and pinched my nose. “You little glutton, you always love messing around with food. Watch out for becoming a fat kitten.”

“A fat kitten is good! Chubby is cute. Then I can make a living by being cute and stay at Grandma’s house forever.”

‘Do you really need to stay that much? When your parents came to pick you up as a child, it took a lot of coaxing to get you to leave, and you insisted on taking Little White and Little Yellow with you.”

My grandmother recounted stories from my childhood. I remembered some clearly, others were blurry. Little White was a cat with pointy ears, and Little Yellow was a short–legged dog my uncle had gotten for me to keep. Later, when I went to the city for elementary school, my parents didn’t let me take them.

(‘

I could only see them during holidays. After spending so much time together, they no longer feared me turning into a wolf. Every ime I left or visited, they would sit on the wooden bench by the entrance.

Then, one time when I came to visit, they were gone… I knew they were gone and cried for a long time. My uncle joked that dogs and cats only live for ten or so years, and that I could just get another pair, but I refused.

I was afraid of feeling heartbroken again, so I decided not to want it anymore.

Like Little White and Little Yellow.

Like Jason.

I was a coward.

At noon, I cooked a full table of dishes. My father and uncle had returned from fishing, bringing back a lot of seafood.

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