Autumn Linton grabbed her hand. "Chloe, it’s not what you think. Sunny just got back, too. We really weren’t planning on having a party."
Chloe Reed tilted her head slightly, her eyes beginning to redden. "Oh, I see. She can come back, but I can’t."
"Mom, Dad, Sunny is your real daughter, isn’t she? I must be the one you picked up off the street, right?"
"Chloe Reed!"
Charles Reed snapped, "We didn’t call you precisely because we know you don’t like Sunny. Now that you’re here, just behave yourself. It’s my birthday today. Don’t do anything to upset me."
Chloe Reed looked from one person to the next. The way they all looked at her—wary, guarded, cautious...
’Are they really that scared of me?’
She walked over slowly and placed the gift box on the coffee table. "Dad, happy birthday."
Seeing this, Charles Reed thought she had listened, and a hint of a smile touched his face. "Alright. I accept the sentiment. Since you’re here, sit down."
But Chloe Reed didn’t sit down. Instead, she turned to look at Sunny.
"Congratulations. You win."
"You don’t have to try and steal him anymore. My husband is all yours. We’re planning to divorce."
"And as for Mom and Dad, since you seem to want them so badly, they’re yours too."
Sunny’s face paled. "Sister, I didn’t..."
"Chloe Reed!" Charles Reed shouted. "Stop spouting nonsense! There’s a child present!"
The rims of Chloe Reed’s eyes were red, but she fought to keep her tears from falling.
’Can’t ruin my makeup.’
"A child? Why don’t you ask him who was with him yesterday?"
She looked at Noah Grant, who had already shrunk into Sunny’s arms. "Noah, was your uncle with you last night?"
Noah answered timidly, "Yes."
After he spoke, Chloe looked at her parents.
Neither Charles Reed nor Autumn Linton spoke.


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