Peter always picked the most inopportune conversational topics.

She emerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands clean, and hummed lightly.

“Come, let's eat! You talk too much.”

Peter, oblivious to the tumult within her mind, said casually, “Is it wrong to bring this up? Over the years, every birthday of Laura's, Cecilia always arranges a gift or something of the sort! That girl might be stubborn, but she's got a softer side. With our ties with the Evans family, Laura can't avoid them forever, can she? We're raising a daughter, not a kitten or a puppy. Even prisoners see the light of day eventually, right? And everyone adores our Laura."

Lina rolled her eyes inwardly.