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Kallie’s mouth twitched slightly as she watched both Jake and Calvin wearing stern expressions. Perhaps it was a testament to how strong genes could be.

She recalled a photograph of Jake’s father she once saw. Jake bore a striking resemnce to him. His father had been a charming and handsome man in his younger days. The resemnce wasn’t just in their looks. They both radiated the same cold aura. Just one look at the photo of Jake’s father, and you could feel the intimidating chill he exuded.

Back then, Roderick used toin to Kallie. “I can’t figure out what happened. My genes took a turn starting with Jake’s father—one cold face giving birth to another.”

Kallie had once thought this stern trait might stop with her, but now she realized how wrong she was.

Deciding it was time to move on, Kallie pulled Jake and Calvin inside. Jete’s wee party was about to begin, and they needed to think about what presents to prepare.

Jete,pletely unaware, had no idea that a wee party was going to be thrown for her.

The sight of the room Elma had prepared for her left Jete deeply touched and momentarily speechless.

However, Elma didn’t allow Jete to dwell on those emotions, quickly pulling her to the side.

With a sense of urgency, Elma urged, “Come on. We need to get moving and change our outfits or we’ll bete. I have a massive surprise waiting for you.”

Jete waved her hands, her adorable face still flushed. With a mix of shyness and excitement, she responded, “No, no, the surprise you’ve already given me today is more than enough. I don’t need anything more. Please, don’t waste any more money.”

Elma looked at Jete, puzzled. “Why would it be a waste of money?”

Jete didn’t respond. A sudden sadness over life’s disparities washed over her. But she harbored no resentment toward Elma, understanding that her intentions were pure. With parents like Jake and Kallie, Elma had known a life of privilege and was always surrounded by abundance.

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Jete appreciated Elma’s kindness and weing nature.

With a smile, Jete steered the conversation away. “It’s okay. You’ll understand what I mean someday.”

Elma nodded, and despite Jete’s earlier reluctance, she pulled her toward the dressing room.

The dressing room was set up for the kids,plete with a professional makeup team. Each child was assigned a stylist to tailor their look to their personal style.

Having attended various events with Kallie, Elma had be quite ustomed to this lifestyle. She thrived on the energy of lively ces and had formed many friendships within these social circles. However, Sophie and Calvin did not share the same enthusiasm for such events.

One time, Kallie had tapped Elma’s forehead with a warm smile and eyes brimming with affection, saying, “It’s what sets you apart from Sophie and Calvin.”

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