Rosalie nced at Reba, whoseplexion seemed a bit off.


    Worried that the tension between them might upset Reba, Rosalie quickly said, “Mom, Dad, the


    food is getting cold. Let’s eat. I’ve made up my mind. I won’t pursue further studies. I’ll start looking


    for a job


    soon.


    Sydney and Wesley nced at her. Since Rosalie had made a decision, they didn’t say anything


    more. After all, they were about Reba too. Their argument wasn’t really about Rosalie’s


    decision, with the exact reasons being known only to them.


    erned


    Theodore raised his wine ss and downed half of it in one gulp, his expression darkening. After


    that, he didn’t speak much, remaining quiet. It was mostly Rosalie chatting with Reba, while


    Wesley and Sydney also remained silent. Yet, amidst the silence, there seemed to


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    be a hidden tension.


    Reba wasn’t foolish. She had seen her fair share of ups and


    downs. How could she not sense that something was amiss? She just chose not to confront it.


    Rosalie a good girl. Reba believed that the Spencer family


    was


    would be fine as long as Rosalie was around. Even when Reba


    passed on one day, Rosalie could still take care of the household.


    After dinner, everyone gathered for a chat.


    Reba wasn’t feeling well, especially after drinking wine during dinner, so she soon felt drowsy.


    Rosalie helped her upstairs to rest, personally assisting her with changing clothes and attending to


    her needs. Even biological daughters might not be this caring and


    meticulous, which goes to show why Reba liked Rosalie so much.


    Over half an hourter, Rosalie came downstairs and informed everyone, “Grandma has already


    gone to bed.”


    It was gettingte, so it was time for everyone to leave.


    Sydney picked up her bag and stood up. “Then, I’ll be leaving now.” She left without even looking


    back.


    “I’m leaving too,” said Wesley, before following after Sydney and softly saying, “I’ll drive you.”


    “No need. I drove myself here,” Sydney declined directly.


    “Didn’t you drink alcohol? How can you drive?”


    Wesley had specifically made sure to not drink alcohol so he could drive his wife home.


    “That was grape juice, not wine. Mr. Spencer, please keep your distance from me,” Sydney said


    mercilessly as she got into her car and drove off.


    They were more like enemies than a married couple.


    Wesley clenched his fists. His anger surged, unable to find an outlet. He could only kick a nearby


    tire fiercely, a stark contrast to his usual calm and dignified demeanor. Who doesn’t lose their


    temper sometimes?


    In the living room, only Rosalie and Theodore remained. There was an awkward tension between


    them.


    “I’ll drive myself home. What about you? Do you have a driver?” Rosalie asked.


    Theodore had drunk quite a bit, and the scent of alcohol still lingered on him.


    “I’ll drive myself,” Theodore replied coldly before heading out.


    Seeing him stagger as he walked, Rosalie hurried forward. “You’ve had too much to drink. You can’t


    drive. Grandma has a driver here.


    Where do you want him to take you?”


    Upon hearing her ask where he wanted to go, Theodore sneered sarcastically and replied, “Where


    do you think I should go at this hour? Home, of course.”


    Rosalie thought he might be going to Cynthia’s ce… Wait, which home was he talking about? For


    him, Cynthia’s ce was also his home, right?


    As Theodore moved to leave and opened the car door to sit in the driver’s seat, Rosalie quickly


    closed it and forcefully pulled him aside.