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Corey had a rare change of expression as he turned to look at Lionel, but he remained silent, seemingly asking with his eyes.

Remembering Elliot’s message from earlier, Lionel continued, “Sheena always remembers who treats her well and who treats her badly. Sheila has harmed her many times, and this punishment is deserved. You shouldn’t plead for her.”

Plead?

Corey frowned. “She didn’t kill Sheila. That’s good enough. I won’t plead. Whatever punishment Sheila receives, she deserves it.”

Having endured a night of cold rain, his voice had turned hoarse.

Lionel remained silent.

He noticed that Corey had already come around and added, “Sheila has been sent to the countryside for labor. After working at night, she’ll receive ten lashes and then kneel to recite scriptures all night. She can’t rest until she finishes reading. Those scriptures are suitable for repentance. What do you think, Mr. Corey?”

Corey met his gaze and quickly understood his meaning.

“Elliot sent you? That’s really kind of him. I admit it’s my fault this time. With his assistance in reviving the Lawson Group, I feel reassured.”

With that said, Corey did not linger any longer and turned to leave the Jenkins estate.

He walked slowly, seeming to be experiencing some numbness in his legs, making his stride less

smooth.

Lionel watched Corey’s retreating figure, hoping he truly understood Elliot’s intentions and would not disappoint Elliot’s reminder.

“Lionel, forget about him. Let’s hurry inside. If we’re late, Mr. Jenkins won’t save us any breakfast! Don’t you want to eat the eggs cooked by Mr. Jenkins himself?”

Jacintha tugged at his hand, pulling his thoughts back.

The two of them leisurely entered E&S Haven, openly coming for a meal.

At noon, Sheena snuggled in Elliot’s arms, enjoying the comfort of his strong chest as a backrest.

Then, she watched TV series while Elliot hand–fed her clementines.

The clementines produced this year were exceptionally sweet and juicy, extremely tasty.

Once Sheena started eating, she could not stop.

However, Elliot knew when to stop.

After hand–feeding her the third clementine, he promptly stopped, no longer peeling them.

Sheena pouted her red lips, staring back at him.

“That’s not enough. Peel a few more.”

“No.” Elliot was firm on this matter. “Clementines are high in sugar content. Pregnant women shouldn’t eat too many. It’s not good for your health.”

“But I want more…”

Sheena had been very picky with her food these days. The smell of oil and spices would easily make her feel nauseous, and her sense of smell was unusually sensitive.

Hence, when she found a fruit she liked, she was unwilling to let it go.

Elliot refused to peel them for her, so she decided to do it herself.

Sheena got up from Elliot’s arms and reached for the clementines on the coffee table.

However, Elliot swiftly took away the fruit basket and disappeared into the kitchen without a word, closing the door firmly behind him.

“You’re being unreasonable! I’ve only had three today! You’re even controlling what I eat now?”

Elliot felt unfairly accused, “If you don’t watch your diet now, you might feel sick tomorrow.”

He had a strong dislike for clementines.

“I don’t know if these things are addictive or what, but you’ve been obsessed with them since yesterday. It’s unacceptable. At this rate, I’ll have all the clementines in the country removed

tomorrow!!!

Hearing his threat to remove clementines from the market, Sheena became angry. She was pregnant and experiencing morning sickness, loss of appetite, and fatigue, among other symptoms.

She already felt tired and aggrieved, and now, all she wanted was to eat a few more. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

She could not believe Elliot was controlling her like this!

Driven by anger, Sheena stormed over, grabbed Elliot’s arm, rolled up his sleeve, and fiercely bit his

wrist.

Elliot winced in pain but did not pull away, allowing her to vent, “If biting me makes you watch your diet, it’s worth it.”

Sheena bit down harder, treating him as if he were a loathed clementine.