Cassie sat on the sidelines, watching the two of them act as intimately as a mother and daughter, and the bitter taste in her heart grew stronger.
How could Mom do this? She was Mom's actual biological daughter! Where did this Bonnie even come from? How could Mom treat someone else so well?
The meatball in her bowl gradually grew cold, and a lump formed in her throat. In the past, during meals, Mom's entire focus would be on her. Mom would patiently coax her and even feed her by hand to make sure she ate enough.
But now, sitting right at this very table, Mom hadn't even glanced at her. She had given all her tenderness to Bonnie.
For the first time, she truly realized that Mom had changed. The feeling she had over the past few weeks wasn't just her imagination—Mom really wasn't going to endlessly indulge her bad temper anymore.
Cassie's hands paused for a moment before she slowly picked up her fork and started eating. The meatball in her bowl had gone cold and didn't taste very good. She ate the meal in absolute misery, barely touching any of the other dishes.
When the realization hit her, she panicked for a split second. But she was ultimately just a child. She still deeply believed that Mom loved her the most and could never truly abandon her.
After dinner, the housekeeper cleared the table. Nora drew a warm bath and led Bonnie upstairs to wash up. As they went upstairs, she casually threw a question to Cassie, who was watching TV on the sofa.
"Cassie, do you want to wash up together?"
Cassie turned to look at them, as if she were holding her breath, then twisted her head back around, remaining stubbornly silent.


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