The previous night, before going to bed, Clarice insisted on making Chelsea and Stapleton drink hangover soup. When they woke up without headaches, Chelsea was immensely grateful, hugging Clarice and giving her a kiss.

Stapleton also wanted to kiss her, but Chelsea pushed him away. “Do you also want to take advantage of Mrs. Becker? Are you even human?”

“I want to take advantage of any beautiful woman,” Stapleton replied unabashedly. “Can you say Mrs. Becker isn’t beautiful?”

Chelsea squinted at him, thinking he was sly and cunning.

Clarice’s face was filled with loving smiles. She hadn’t seen such playful bickering between siblings for a long time. It felt like...