I stood on the steps, peering through the bustling crowd.
I watched my brother, with his severe mysophobia, kneel on one knee, gently massaging Emily’s foot.
Emily, draped in his expensive suit jacket, nibbled at the seafood in her lunch box.
My brother glanced at her and, unfazed, wiped the grease from her mouth with his sleeve. Emily pouted and snorted, "Didn’t my brother say I’m not the eldest daughter of the Gardner family? Then why are you looking for me? Go stay with your sister."
My brother was caught off guard and was pushed to the ground.
But his expression didn’t contain any anger, only a hint of helplessness and doting indulgence.
"Little Ancestor, who am I saying this to?"
"The reason I didn’t let you stay for dinner is that I had people buy pre-made seafood. This one you have is the one I personally selected and cooked."
"I know you love seafood, so I pick the best and freshest. It’s much better than what Vivian eats."
The stinging pain from the seafood allergy seemed to suddenly intensify, making me unsteady.
Emily smiled contentedly. "Silly girl, Vivian is different from you."