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    Snatching the napkin away, Elsa scoffed, wiping herself. “Don’t bother; I’ll handle it. Had I known you were already married, I never would have invited you to a meal in the first ce.”

    A married woman wasn’t suitable for her son, no matter how rich she was. Embarrassment painted Gracie’s cheeks red. She shot Brenna a seething look before making her exit.

    Only then did Elsa fix her icy attention on Brenna, clearly ready to vent her anger. “No wonder my son broke things off with you. Just look at yourself—no manners, no self-control, and bold enough to offend your elders. Do you even know how much my outfit costs?”

    Brenna didn’t so much as flinch. “Your designer dress means nothing to me. Back when I dated your son, I put up with your attitude because you were his mother. Now, I’ve broken up with your son; I don’t owe you a thing. You still treat me like dirt. Why should I tolerate it?”

    She stared Elsa down, unwavering. “The next time you cross my path, I suggest you watch your behavior, or you’ll regret it. Today, I’ll let this go since you are my ex-boyfriend’s mother. You should leave.”

    Elsa’s chest rose and fell with fury, her breath growing shallow and her temples pulsing. No words woulde; anger had left her speechless.

    Sensing Elsa’s distress, Brenna arched a brow, her tone icy. “You’re not about to fake falling sick again, are you? Your son mentioned you use that trick a lot. Guess it’s your go-to move.”

    The restaurant manager chose that moment to step in, having watched the tension escte. Turning to Brenna, he said, “Miss, thisdy doesn’t seem well. Maybe you should stop provoking her. If something happens, you’ll have to apany her to the hospital and pay for her checkup.”

    A moment’s thought was all it took for Brenna to realize she didn’t want further drama. It wasn’t about money; she simply didn’t want to be tangled up with Elsa or Ethan anymore. With a nod, she fell silent.

    The manager advised Elsa, “Your clothes got dirty; you can just let this youngdy take them to the dry cleaners. You don’t have to be this angry. It will only affect your health.”

    Elsa felt the manager was clearly siding with Brenna, which made her even more furious.

    Raising her voice, Elsa snapped, “What if I refuse to settle this quietly? This coat cost me twenty grand, and the scarf she ruined was nearly thirty! She owes me for both. She sshed juice on my face and embarrassed me in front of everyone. I want one hundred million inpensation for emotional distress!”

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    “Is Ethan’s business really in such bad shape that you need to ckmail me for money now? Well, you’re not getting a cent from me. If you’ve got a problem with that, go ahead and call the police.” Standing her ground, Brenna knew Elsa wouldn’t let the matter slide even if she paid her.

    Elsa’s nostrils red. “You said it. I am calling the police right now!” Grabbing her phone, she dialed the police in a fit of indignation.

    Unbothered, Brenna ignored her and returned her focus to her meal with Ellie and Patrick.

    A curious look passed over Patrick’s face. “Brenna, what if the police actually show up? What will you do?”

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