"I'm not blaming you. You wanted space, so fine, let's have space." Claire looked at Lance, completely thrown off by his attitude. Honestly, she felt a wave of annoyance rising inside her.
"Who said I wanted to cut you off? Are you the one trying to write off the whole James family now?" Lance's face darkened.
Claire raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that what you all want? Why act so dramatic now?"
She had no intention of letting Lance play the victim. He looked like he was about to lose it, maybe even shout at her, but he held back. After all, it was the holidays.
"Claire, the only reason I sent you home before was because I wanted Cindy to feel comfortable. She's just come back to the family. It wasn't about ending things with you. No matter what, everyone in the James family still cares about you. Don't write off your family just because things are tense with Cindy right now."
Claire looked at him, half-smiling, half-cold. "You really have the nerve to say that?"
She shoved the gift back into his hands. "Maybe save this for your real sister."
Claire didn't bother with any politeness. She just turned and walked off, not looking back. Lance stood there, watching her go, his eyes filled with something heavy and shadowy.
"Lance?" Octavia's voice came from behind. Cindy was with her, sent out to find him. Octavia gave Lance a little pat on the back.
Lance turned, quickly masking his mood. The gift was still in his hands.
"Cindy, what’s up?"
"Mom told me to check on you. How come you’re still outside? It's freezing." Cindy glanced at the box he was holding.
Lance handed her the gift, almost absentmindedly.
"For me?" Cindy lit up at the sight of the box.
"See if you like it," he replied, not really confirming anything.

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