"That’s not my problem anymore." Shirley Carter didn’t even bother looking at her. She lounged lazily on the couch, idly swirling the ice in her glass of lemonade. "I don’t care how you do it, but I want to see Adelina Lane miserable. Pull it off, and as far as I’m concerned, none of this ever happened."
Catherine Blair bit her lip, holding back a retort. After a long, tense silence, she finally dropped her gaze and muttered, "I’ll do my best."
Only then did Shirley lift her eyelids and give them a fleeting, dismissive glance. "You can go now."
Addie David and Catherine Blair froze for a second.
"Alright, we’ll get out of your hair," Addie managed, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "If you ever have time, Shirley, you should come by for dinner. Mom’s making her famous roast chicken."
Shirley didn’t even blink.
Addie’s grin faltered. She lingered a moment longer, but it was clear Shirley was finished with them. So she grabbed Catherine’s hand and headed for the door.
They’d barely made it a few steps when Shirley’s voice cut through the air, cold and indifferent.
"Wait."
Addie spun around immediately, still trying to sound cheerful. "Did you need something else, Shirley?"
"Stay away from Daisy from now on."
She didn’t even bother to look up, her tone icy and final—a warning, not a request.
Addie’s smile dropped away. "Of course. Until Daisy wants to see us, we’ll keep our distance. Promise."
Shirley waved them off, looking bored. "Get out."
Addie shot her a look, exhaled sharply, and bit down her anger and humiliation. She pulled Catherine out the door.
The living room was quiet again. Shirley rubbed her temples and let out a low, bitter laugh.
Adelina Lane? That was Ethan Carter’s own mother.
Getting on Adelina’s bad side was basically picking a fight with the entire Carter family. Who’d be stupid enough to do that?
They might need Shirley Carter on their side, but Adelina Lane was not to be crossed.
Catherine just stared at the ground, lost in her own thoughts.
Addie frowned and gave her a hard poke in the back. "Are you even listening to me?"
Catherine looked up, eyes dark and unreadable. She didn’t argue, just muttered quietly, "She’s right about one thing."
Addie’s heart skipped a beat, panic flickering in her eyes. She straightened, voice sharp. "Don’t you dare. If you do something stupid just to please Shirley Carter and get on Adelina Lane’s bad side, you’re done with us. I swear, I’ll cut you off. Don’t come crying to me—I mean it."
She didn’t need Catherine bringing even more trouble into their lives.

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