"You must be joking, ma’am. I'm just a housewife with no job. How could I possibly help Cindy?"
Emma wasn't angered by her aunt's deliberately provocative question. She gave a small, self-deprecating laugh. "If anything, I can't even compare to Cindy. At least she has a job. I have nothing."
She had nothing?
Aunt Rosa scoffed inwardly, believing Emma was just showing off in a different way.
She forced a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "You're quite the comedian, Emma, even more than your old aunt. If you don't want to help your cousin, just say so. No need to say you can't compare to her."
After all, everyone knew Emma had married a rich man and was now a lady of leisure, while her Cindy was just a small-town girl working at the local pharmacy.
Her words grew more and more outrageous, and she made no effort to hide her feelings.
Her expression soured, and she began to stir the food on the platters in front of her with her utensils, as if making a point for everyone to see.
By now, everyone else at the table had stopped eating. Even her husband, who had been enjoying drinks with the other men, put down his glass.
"That's enough. What kind of talk is that? Just eat your dinner!"
Seeing his wife deliberately causing trouble at the table, a hint of displeasure crossed his face.
With her husband having spoken, she didn't dare say more. She just pouted and ate the rest of her meal with a sullen expression on her face.
As soon as dinner was over, she dropped her utensils. Without a word of thanks, she grabbed Cindy and stormed out of the house.
The men remained at the table, drinking and talking, while Aunt Maria helped Mrs. Hayes clear the remaining dishes into the kitchen.
Mrs. Hayes turned to her sister-in-law with a smile as she washed a dirty bowl. "My daughter and son-in-law are so successful now, everyone in town is envious of me. I have nothing to be upset about, right, Maria?"
At those words, Aunt Maria's expression froze for a second before she quickly forced a smile. "Right… Well, I'll go check if there are any more dishes outside…"
"Okay, thank you, Maria."
Just as Emma was about to enter the kitchen, she ran into Aunt Maria coming out, a strange look on her face.
"Aunt Maria."
Emma greeted her politely.
Aunt Maria gave her a strained smile in response and walked past her out of the room.

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