Betty stepped forward to the edge of the glass table, her breathing heavy, her chest heaving violently. "You people have truly lost your minds!" Betty shrieked in a high-pitched tone, staring at Alistair with wide, bulging eyes. "How can you all be this relaxed after realizing that you've all just been turned into toys by that plump woman?!" Alistair slowly shifted his gaze from his coffee cup, looking at his ex-wife with eyes that were utterly cold and flat. "That girl is just a toy, Betty," Alistair replied with an incredibly calm intonation, without a single trace of panic on his stern face. "Why must you make a fuss over such a trivial matter to the point of creating a scene in my house?" "Uncle is right," Christian chimed in while slowly exhaling his cigarette smoke into the air, a thin, mocking smile etched on his lips. "She is only our toy on the bed. Nothing more than that, Auntie." "Yeah, why should we worry?" Julian teased in a casual tone, leaning his back deeper into
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