And so, the two siblings eagerly indulged in their ice cream, completely engrossed at the moment, leaving behind the events that had just transpired.
Drake stood by, his young face serious, his eyes reflecting the same intensity one would find while taking an exam. Deep in thought, he pondered...
Would there be a little brother? Or perhaps a little sister? Maybe one of each?
If it were a little brother, he thought of the name Reason - for what reason, he wondered. And if there were two, then the names Comey and Goey came to mind. Yes, he approached this matter with great precision.
There were still many candidate names to consider: Feary - for what could be feared! Strivey - for what couldn't be!
But what if it were a girl? Drake didn't entertain that thought at the moment. Subconsciously, he had never imagined having another sister... just an annoying and headache-inducing little brother.
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Violet returned home in a state of disarray, staring at her reflection in the mirror, reminded of how she had been exposed by Lisa.
In a fit of anger, she grabbed a bottle of face cream and hurled it at the mirror.
"You bitch!" she cursed loudly, caring little about her appearance within the confines of her home.
"What's so great about you? Just because you have some looks?"
"You're nothing but an ignorant fool, making a spectacle of yourself everywhere. I want to see how long Mr. Anthony can tolerate you..."
Violet clenched her teeth, firmly believing that Lisa had resorted to unsavory means to win Anthony's affection.
It was normal for men to be drawn to beauty, and she reluctantly admitted that she was not as beautiful as Lisa, nor did she have the same figure.
But she was smarter, more intellectual, successful in her career, and financially independent.
Only she deserved Anthony, only she could be his virtuous partner.
As for Lisa? She was just a decorative vase, relying on Anthony's money for everything!
Violet had never felt this resentful after losing to any woman with a hint of depth but losing to Lisa had thoroughly ignited her deep sense of dissatisfaction.
At that moment, the doorbell rang in Violet's house.
After being kicked out by Lisa earlier in the day, and having to deal with matters related to the art exhibition, Violet was exhausted both physically and mentally. Hearing the doorbell now only brought annoyance.
"Who is it?" she asked, glancing at the video doorbell.
A young man in a robe stood outside, and it took Violet a while to recognize him.
Wasn't this her younger cousin Yash, who had become a practitioner, seeking monasticism at such a young age?
Violet opened the door, surprised. "What a rare guest. What brings you here?"
Yash resumed his serious and rigid demeanor from the first time Lilly saw him and asked, "Violet, have you recently desired something that doesn't belong to you and strayed from the right path?"
Violet opened her mouth, feeling a mix of anger and being exposed.
She crossed her arms, furrowing her brow. "What nonsense are you spouting? Desiring something that doesn't belong to me? Everything I pursue is noble and righteous. Would I stoop to coveting what belongs to others?"
"With my current reputation and status, I have everything I need. Money is not an issue, and I have suitors lining up. Why would I foolishly do something that harms myself?"
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