“Shopping? At a time like this, with the family in such a precarious situation, you’re in the mood for shopping?”
Tamara’s smile didn’t waver, though her tone softened significantly. “I just needed to clear my head... The atmosphere at home has been so oppressive lately; it was suffocating. Besides, I’ve been back for so long and haven’t had a chance to catch up with my friends. They happened to invite me out today, and seeing how busy everyone was, I didn’t want to bother you.”
She stepped forward, actively linking her arm through Zadie’s and giving it a playful, affectionate shake. “Mom, don’t be angry. I’ll be more careful next time.”
Zadie sighed, her expression softening. “Fine, just keep it in mind. Regardless of the circumstances, you need to tell the family before you go out.”
The Sherwood family had made their stance clear: if Tamara caused any more trouble, they wouldn’t be as polite as they were last time.
The thought made Zadie massage her temples, her voice thick with exhaustion. “Your father and your brother, Josiah, are overwhelmed with company issues right now, and Clive has gotten himself into trouble again... Sigh. If only the Sherwood family would step in to help us.”
But in her current situation, she had no room to argue. She suppressed the irritation rising in her chest and nodded perfunctorily. “I know, Mom. I’ll go back in a while. But while I’m still here, let me spend some quality time with you.”
Zadie shot her a reproachful glance. Although she wasn’t entirely satisfied with the answer, she couldn’t push too hard. After all, the Sloan family would need to maintain a good relationship with Tamara in the future. She checked the time and turned back toward the house. “Alright, get some rest. Your father has to go to the company tomorrow to deal with the penalty fees.”
Tamara stood rooted to the spot, watching Zadie leave. Slowly, the smile on her face turned cold.

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