If she kept listening like this, even siblings would likely feel the urge to silence each other.
Those awkward scenes from the past seemed to transform into sharp blades, stabbing straight at her self-esteem.
Every word, every sentence, was relentlessly eroding her limits of patience.
If time could turn back, she would undoubtedly block her ears with cotton without hesitation, even at the risk of being discovered and rushing out of the room.
But now, she could only endure it with great effort, trying to find a chance to escape this "disaster."
Thus, she gently helped her brothers into the bedroom one by one, moving softly though her heart was eager.
Each brother had quite the alcohol buzz, their bodies as heavy as large stones weighing down her shoulders.
However, Clara Bennett didn't complain, knowing these were blood-bound relatives.
She patiently helped them adjust their positions, making them more comfortable, and carefully tucked them in.
