Chapter 2The Crab Feast Betrayal

Zoe and Peter fingers interlocked.

"Ms. Yan, I smell the food, am I late and couldn't lend a hand?"

"Good child, come in quickly. I made Peter's favorite King Crab Legs, and your favorite scrambled eggs with onions."

Entering the living room, they seemed to discover my existence just now.

Zoe hid behind instinctively like the first time she came to my house.

As if I were some man-eating beast.

My mom glared at me, signaling me not to put on a cold dead face, say hello to guests.

I didn't move.

Peter subconsciously looked at my foot wrapped in thick gauze, tone concerned.

"Jenna, is your injury better?"

I nodded politely.

After sitting at the table, my mom arranged them in the best position to pick food, then commanded me:

"Go to the refrigerator to get mango juice, Zoe loves it most."

Zoe looked at me, opened her mouth in embarrassment:

"Ms. Yan, no need."

"Are you worried about her leg? Don't worry, she deserves it, insisted on running to such a chaotic place abroad."

"Not really, I can't eat cold things today, also no luck to eat crab."

Zoe touched her lower abdomen, looked at Peter shyly, announcing she was pregnant, just three months.

Peter lowered his eyes, expression unclear.

My mom was more excited than being pregnant herself at an old age, instructing many precautions, wishing to let her move back to raise the fetus.

"Ms. Yan still keeps your room, Peter doesn't come back at noon, you come over to eat and take a nap."

My house is a small three-bedroom.

The second day Zoe moved in, my mom gave my sunny room to her on the grounds that she suffered too much when she was young.

Four years of university, Zoe studied in this city, often came back.

So, I didn't move back to the room that originally belonged to me, still living in the small room without windows.

Seeing me no movement.

Zoe asked cautiously:

"Jenna, not leaving this time right? Ms. Yan says she doesn't miss you verbally, but often looks at photos you posted on social media!"

"So envious of you photographing artillery scars in ancient city of Syria, chasing armed evacuation in Libyan desert."

"Unlike me, can only be a little waste pampered by Peter. Feel so sorry for the special attention Ms. Yan and Peter gave me in high school!"