The Unwanted Daughter When Love Comes Too Late novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197 The Dinner Table Showdown

Chapter 197 The Dinner Table Showdown

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In his memory. Erin had always been sweet, gentle, and kind. The thought that she might wear that kind of expression?

It felt impossible. There was no way it was her. He had to be imagining it.

Erin was the kindest person he’d ever known. She smiled warmly at everyone, never once showing a sharp edge. She’d even saved his life once.

Back when everyone else thought he was as good as dead, she was the only one who refused to give up. She climbed down that cliff by herself, injured her hands carrying him back, and almost got herself killed in the process.

How could someone like that ever show such a smug and twisted look?

Liam shook his head hard, blinked a few times, and looked again. Sure enough, Erin was walking arm-in- arm with Daphne, her face glowing with that soft and angelic smile. There wasn’t a trace of what he thought he’d seen.

He let out a breath of relief.

See? He was overthinking. He must’ve seen it wrongly.

Feeling guilty for even doubting her, Liam went all out at dinner. He piled food into her plate, peeled shrimp for her, and even picked out the bones from her fish.

Erin had no clue what was going on with him, but she wasn’t complaining. She flashed a smile, then glanced over at Tracy’s empty plate.

She arched a brow, voice dripping with pride. “Liam, don’t just spoil me. Tracy’s been eyeing my plate the whole time. Why don’t you give her some, too?”

Liam glanced at Tracy. Her plate had nothing but mashed potatoes and some greens-no meat, no seafood.

He frowned. “Didn’t you use to hate vegetables?”

Tracy gave a lazy shrug as she replied, “My tastes have changed.”

Her cold tone rubbed him the wrong way, like she was acting all high and mighty. He was about to snap back, but Andrew cut him off first.

“Different country, different diet. Of course her tastes changed. You just worry about Erin. Tracy’s old enough to feed herself.”

This comment seemed like a reminder.

Liam glanced at Franklin’s stern face and shut his mouth.

Tracy ignored their little game completely. She calmly dropped some greens on Franklin’s plate. “The doctor says you need more veggies. You can’t be picky.”

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Chapter 197 The Dinner Table Showdown

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She’d inherited his distaste for greens, but unlike her, he hadn’t changed. He still schemed like a kid, trying to dodge anything leafy.

Sure enough, his expression twisted the moment the vegetables hit his plate. He said, “I already had a lot of greens this morning. I’ve hit my quota for the day.”

Tracy didn’t even blink. She served him more. “That was yesterday’s. I asked the nurse. Nice try.”

Franklin was at a loss for words.

He began to wonder which snitch sold him out.

The two of them carried on like always, warm and easy, like nobody else at the table even existed.

Tracy had been tuning out the family since she walked through the door, and Franklin did it on purpose.

After all, they’d lived under the same roof for years. And in all that time, who at this table ever went out of their way to make Tracy feel welcome?

Even at the dinner table, they said Tracy could serve herself whatever she wanted to eat. Tracy was the. same age as Erin, perfectly capable of serving herself, yet somehow she was the one being fussed over as if she couldn’t lift a finger.

The way Franklin and Tracy carried on made the rest of the family squirm. Especially Andrew, Liam, and Erin-they looked like they’d just put on a one-act play with nobody watching, clowns on their own stage.

The only one enjoying the show was Chris, leaning back and smirking. The family drama here? It was way juicier than anything in his family.

In the middle of that cozy banter, Erin suddenly piped up, her voice sugar-sweet. “Tracy, I remember seafood used to be your favorite. Mom even had the kitchen make some just for you. Go on, try it.”

She didn’t give Tracy a chance to answer before dropping a piece on her plate.

Tracy used to love seafood, but Erin had been watching all night. She hadn’t touched it once.

Every time their gaze landed on the seafood, they were filled with disgust.

Erin didn’t care why Tracy’s tastes had changed. All she cared about was making her squirm. So she grabbed another piece, then another, piling them on Tracy’s plate.

Tracy’s expression darkened in an instant. Her hand clenched the cutlery so tightly that her knuckles went white, and her face drained of color.

She used to crave seafood. Now, the smell alone made her skin crawl and her stomach lurch.

The memory hit like a freight train-his mask, black as night, his breath stinking of fish as he closed in on her. The slimy, rotting stench pressed closer and closer, dragging her straight into hell.

She could never escape that smell.

Tracy’s fingers trembled against the cutlery, her fingertips gradually turning white.

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