Daisy Bell was fuming. "No more lunch! Turn around and head to Zenith Group now, I’m going to thrash that bastard Vincent Hawthorne!" As she spoke, Daisy Bell casually pulled out a pair of nunchucks from her Dior tote bag. Tanya Sinclair was stunned: "Why do you have that in your bag?" Daisy Bell: "I played a heroine in my last movie, it’s my prop. That’s not the point, the point is I’m going to thrash that bastard Vincent Hawthorne!" "Calm down, babe." Tanya Sinclair took away her weapon, remaining far more collected than Daisy Bell, "It’s not worth wasting our precious girl time over someone like that." Daisy Bell’s pretty face drooped, "But given these circumstances, how do you think you’ll get a divorce?" Tanya Sinclair smiled, "Don’t worry, you’ll see my divorce certificate next week." What she was most concerned about originally was if Theodore Hawthorne could keep his cool and not make a move. Instead, she was in a passive position. But this piece of information had dispelled all her worries; she was just waiting for Theodore Hawthorne to hand her the leverage. Daisy Bell knew Tanya Sinclair had a sharp mind, she couldn’t keep up with her pace. But she just said one thing: "Anyway, let me know anytime if you need me!" "Don’t worry, I can handle it." Tanya Sinclair smiled at Daisy Bell, a trace of affection in her eyes. Daisy Bell had her own mess to deal with, yet she was always thinking of her... Vincent Hawthorne had never favored Daisy Bell; firstly, despising her fiery personality; secondly, dismissing her as just another entertainer. During the five years when she was in a vegetative state, Vincent Hawthorne deliberately arranged for bodyguards not to allow Daisy Bell to visit. Before Tanya Sinclair woke up, she was also worried, whether in five years’ time, she and Daisy Bell would grow apart. But reality proved that true feelings grow richer over time like well-aged wine, not dissipate like sand blown by the wind. At the restaurant, Daisy Bell put on a baseball cap before getting out of the car, a silk shawl covering the lower half of her face, walking behind Tanya Sinclair with her head down. Tanya Sinclair approached the front desk to inquire about their reserved room, only to be told that the waiter who took the call earlier made a mistake, and the reserved room was actually already booked by someone else. Tanya Sinclair slightly frowned: "So what do we do? We’ve already driven here, are we supposed to leave now?" The front hall manager apologized, "Sorry ladies, if you can accept dining in the main hall, I can arrange a very private spot for you. I’ll personally send you two signature desserts." At this point, finding another decent restaurant might be out of the question. Tanya Sinclair looked back at Daisy Bell, who nodded, so she said, "Alright then. Could you please lead us there?" Under the manager’s guidance, they were taken to a secluded, quiet spot in the corner. One side faced a scenic wall, while the other was shielded by a Z-shaped partition, leaving paths at both the front and back. Indeed private enough. While walking over, Tanya Sinclair noticed on the other side of the partition, there was a table with a bouquet of vibrant red roses. She curiously asked, "Is this table reserved by someone?" The manager’s expression turned ambiguous, "This table is permanently booked by a gentleman; his lady companion really likes this spot. It cannot be reserved." "Lady companion?" Tanya Sinclair keenly picked up on something odd. The manager smiled softly. Daisy Bell leaned over to Tanya Sinclair and whispered, "It’s the guy’s mistress." Tanya Sinclair: "..." Once seated, Daisy Bell quickly took off her hat and scarf to order food. The professional waitstaff only gave Daisy a quick glance without any other reactions. While waiting for their food, guests arrived at the table next to them, on the other side of the partition. Since the partition was two meters high, Tanya Sinclair couldn’t see anyone, just heard footsteps: a man’s dress shoes, a woman’s high heels, and...a child’s? "Aunt Cindy, we haven’t come here to eat for a long time!" Tanya Sinclair’s hand froze on her water cup, spilling a couple of warm droplets onto her hand, but she was completely unaware. "Indeed, today the four of us can finally have a nice meal." Cindy Lynn’s cheerful voice came through the partition. Tanya Sinclair heard the sound of chairs being pulled, and through a crack in the partition, she saw the hem of a man’s suit brushing against the ruffled sleeve of a woman. It was Vincent Hawthorne pulling a chair for Cindy Lynn. "Thank you, Vincent." Daisy Bell was about to crush her fist. She really shouldn’t have come here to eat! Tanya Sinclair lowered her eyes, took a sip of tea, and lightly patted Daisy Bell’s hand, signaling her to stay calm. Letting them spoil their appetite wasn’t worth it. Yet the conversation from next door kept filtering in. "Cindy, here’s a gift for you." Vincent Hawthorne handed over a beautifully crafted vintage jewelry box to Cindy Lynn, "See if you like it." "Wow, it’s so beautiful! I really like it, thank you, Vincent." Daisy Bell made a vomiting gesture, her eyes almost rolling to the back of her head. Tanya Sinclair remained calm and unruffled; Vincent Hawthorne could no longer stir any ripples within her. The only thing she cared about was the two children. The dishes at the next table must have been pre-ordered as well, arriving faster than those at her table. Tanya instinctively glanced at her phone and opened her chat with Joy and Caden. In recent days, she had been in contact with the two children more often. Caden usually shared what he’d learned and asked her questions about computers, while Joy sent photos of delicious food. She shared everything with her, including snacks. Tanya secretly hoped that Joy would send her something tonight as well. She knew that Joy was attached to Cindy Lynn. Five years of habit, she did not expect Joy to cut ties immediately, but she was determined to reclaim her position as a mother bit by bit! She could see changes in Joy! Moreover, Joy had stopped calling her Mrs. Lennox. It was a good start! Tanya’s grip on her phone tightened slightly as she lowered her eyes to stare at the screen. She was waiting, waiting for Joy’s message... "Daddy, I want to go over there and see the fish~" Joy pointed at the aquarium not far away. Vincent Hawthorne was a bit puzzled, "Won’t you eat first?" In the past, Joy was always the happiest when the food was served. But today, Joy was acting out of character. She coquettishly said, "I want to see for three minutes, I’ll come back in three minutes! There’s a super beautiful fish there~" "Alright, go ahead," Vincent said, unable to refuse her. Caden was busy solving the last Sudoku puzzle and had no time to accompany Joy. Joy hopped off her chair and skipped over to look at the fish herself. Cindy Lynn sipped some red wine, glancing sideways at Joy’s back; Joy’s small bag was still with her... Joy’s mind wasn’t on the fish at all. She secretly hid on the other side of the aquarium and took out a small phone from her bag. She had taken pictures as soon as the dishes were served. She wanted to send them to her mom and let her see. Joy had already guessed what Tanya Sinclair would say. For origınal chapters go to 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝕟𝕖𝕥 She would definitely say: Wow, so much delicious food, darling you should eat well, but don’t stuff yourself... Joy pursed her lips and giggled, selecting photos when suddenly, a shadow loomed over her. Joy looked up in a daze, clearly seeing Cindy Lynn in front of her. She was so startled that she almost dropped her phone. "Aunt Cindy..." She guiltily hid the phone behind her back. "Joy, what are you doing hiding here?" Cindy Lynn remained her usual gentle self, but Joy inexplicably felt a bit scared. "I... I’m not doing anything..." She didn’t dare admit. Aunt Cindy didn’t like her keeping in touch with her mom. Cindy Lynn knelt in front of her, holding Joy’s chubby arms with both hands, her nails digging in slightly. "Joy, are you keeping secrets from Mom Cindy?" Cindy Lynn’s eyes were full of disappointment, as if Joy had deeply hurt her. She intentionally referred to herself as Mom Cindy, intensifying Joy’s emotional attachment to her. "Didn’t you say you love Mom Cindy the most? I’ve cared for you for so long and been so good to you, yet you lie to me. Joy, you’re a bad kid..." "I’m not!" Joy, being only five years old, denied it in a fluster, almost crying, "Aunt Cindy, I’m not a bad kid! I didn’t lie, I’ve always loved you the most!" Cindy Lynn noticed Vincent Hawthorne’s direction out of the corner of her eye and slowly leaned toward Joy. "Then prove it to Mom Cindy." Cindy Lynn’s voice was soft but commanding, "Joy, I want you to message Tanya Sinclair right now and say you hate her the most!" "..." Joy’s little face flushed red, her small hands clutching the phone tightly behind her, refusing to take it out. Cindy Lynn’s smiling expression gradually disappeared, replaced by a chilling, frightening gaze. Joy shrunk her neck back, suddenly finding Aunt Cindy unfamiliar. She’d seen Aunt Cindy get angry once or twice before, and it scared her the most. "Aunt Cindy, don’t be mad..." Joy said, trying to please, carefully extending a small hand toward Cindy Lynn, only to withdraw it after being frightened by her stern look. Seeing she’d scared Joy enough, Cindy Lynn once again donned her usual gentle smile. "Joy, your daddy and Tanya Sinclair are about to get a divorce. Once they divorce, Tanya won’t be your mom anymore. She won’t want you and won’t see you again." Cindy Lynn tenderly caressed Joy’s trembling little face, wiping away her teardrops. She whispered devilishly in Joy’s ear, like a snake spitting venom. "Soon, Tanya will disappear from your world. She’ll marry someone else and have her own kids. You’ll be abandoned by her again." Cindy Lynn cooed softly, "Only Mom Cindy will always love you and stay by your side, understand?" "Now, delete Tanya Sinclair and prove to Mom Cindy that you love me, okay?" Cindy Lynn stood up slowly, looking down at Joy’s helpless face, coldly saying, "If you refuse, then Mom Cindy will abandon you too." "No..." Joy wept, pulling on Cindy Lynn’s hand, handing over the small phone with her other hand. Cindy Lynn smirked in satisfaction; she had taken care of Joy for five years and knew exactly how to handle the little girl! "That’s Mom Cindy’s most beloved baby." She hugged Joy, gently patting her back and softly murmured, "Good girl, Joy. Remember, this is a secret between you and Mom Cindy. You mustn’t tell anyone, especially daddy and your brother, okay?" "If you let it slip, then Mom Cindy will be just like Tanya Sinclair and won’t want you anymore..."