Susan Langley, on the other hand, was quite happy.
Her cooking skills were on point today. The dishes looked, smelled, and tasted fantastic. After she was done, even Florence Langley, who had been giving her side-eye, was now looking at her properly.
Susan Langley privately thought that since she'd gone to all this trouble, Ethan Grant should have no reason to make things difficult for her anymore.
Of course Ethan Grant wouldn't make things difficult for her. To be precise, he couldn't be bothered.
But Shirley Thorne was a different story. She was seething.
"Aunt Langley, have some soup!"
Shirley Thorne personally ladled a bowl of chicken soup for her. With a sweet smile, she said, "This chicken soup is especially nourishing. You should drink more of it at your age."
"Thank you, Shirley."
Susan Langley accepted it with a smile, but her eye twitched. The words just didn't sound right to her.
'What does she mean, "at my age"?'
