York was susceptible to flattery. When he heard Estelle’s words, his expression softened immediately. “Your Mom is right. I’m your uncle. How could you be so impolite to me?”

“Uncle York, I know I was wrong,” Estelle said as she pointed at the sandwiches on the table. “You haven’t had breakfast yet, right? I remember that you suffer from hypoglycemia, and so do I. Let’s have breakfast first and then talk about other things.”

After glancing at Melody with hatred in his eyes, ...