Chapter 437: 437: Protagonist

Chapter 437: 437: Protagonist

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Aunt Evans had followed Cindy Clarke’s suggestion to make the meat into the seasoned filling.

After mixing the meat filling with the crab powder, they could start making the dumplings.

Aunt Evans said, “I’ll do the wrapping here, you should go out and take a break.”

“I’ll help you wrap them,” Cindy said with a smile.

“No need, there won’t be that many people at the family feast tonight, just a few of us. Although these crab roe buns are delicious, you can’t eat too many. It’s just for tasting, one per person, and at most two. I can finish this amount on my own quickly,” Aunt Evans said.

“Today you and Morgan are the star of the show.” Aunt Evans knew about Cindy’s past experiences and was particularly sympathetic.

Such a good child whose home felt like one without family.

She didn’t know what Cindy’s mother was thinking.

How could she do that to one’s own child!

Even if she was biased, it’s common for families with many children to be somewhat partial.

But she shouldn’t push her child into the fire!

Luckily, Cindy met Adrian Zhekova, which was fortunate.

But what if she wasn’t as lucky?

Just thinking about it, Aunt Evans felt both angry and heartache for Cindy.

When something happened, they all stood up for her.

Today, at the Zhekova family, although the Old Master was still too proud to admit it, all his actions showed his approval of them.

He didn’t say it, but his actions showed affection.

And the Old Madam, even more so, wished she would marry into the Zhekova family right away.

As for Maverick Zhekova, even though they met for the first time, his presence felt refreshing.

Many worries disappeared under his gentle smile.

Maverick was the current Zhekova Family Head.

But Cindy thought that such a dignified family leader would certainly be stern and fearsome.

She never expected him to be such a gentle person.

As for Victoria Wheeler, there was no need to mention her, her character was like a young girl’s, seeking love and often competing with the younger ones.

But it was precisely because of this that Cindy felt more at ease.

Today, she was standing here, surrounded by so many people who cared for her.

Cindy’s eyes reddened, feeling a mix of sour and warmth in her heart.

“Oh dear, why are you crying?” Aunt Evans exclaimed anxiously.

She quickly washed her hands and brought tissues for Cindy. “Don’t cry, look at me, I didn’t mean to make you cry by saying those things.”