Aurora barely spared Eleanor a glance, her voice cold. "Don't make me sick."
She made her way across the room and sat down without another word.
Monica shot Aurora a venomous glare, then turned to comfort Eleanor. "You're Dan's sister now. Don't let it get to you. Some people could never compare to you, and who knows when they’ll be tossed out for good."
Her words dripped with bitterness.
Everyone knew Monica had a thing for Daniel, and the Chambers family had always hoped she’d become his wife. But Daniel refused to divorce.
After all, Aurora was just the woman he’d married on a whim.
Clearly, she must’ve used some cheap tricks to keep him interested.
Aurora didn’t care about their drama. She was only here out of duty—as Mrs. Chambers, nothing more.
Soon, more people trickled in.
Daniel arrived last, looking a bit pale, deep in conversation with someone at his side.
Eleanor jumped up, all smiles. "Dan!"
He reached out and ruffled her hair, his expression softening with affection.
Anyone with half a brain could see how much he doted on his little sister.
Someone joked, "Makes me wish I had a little sister to spoil, too."
Eleanor hugged Daniel’s arm and stuck out her tongue playfully. "Good luck finding one as cute as me!"
"Jealous," someone grumbled good-naturedly.
"Dan, your wife’s here," another voice called from the crowd.
The laughter died instantly.
Daniel looked over at Aurora.
She sat quietly in the corner, calm and unmoved by the commotion.
"Aurora." He strode over. "When did you get here?"
She pressed her lips together, answering coolly, "About ten minutes ago."
Daniel wanted to say something—to explain the jokes perhaps—but the words felt pointless. In the end, he sat down beside her and took her cold hand in his.


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