As she led the other family members away, Yura laughed before smiling coldly at Bea.

“Watch your tongue or you’ll pay a heavy price for it, Yura! Wipe that smirk off your face!” growled Bea as she turned to leave.

The moment she turned around, however, she saw Gerald there. In his hands was a small cake about six inches tall. Only after seeing him did she regain her composure.

“You’re late, cousin!” said Bea rather happily.

“Well I did have to order this cake for your birthday!” replied