Twins Secret (Tiffany)

Chapter 374 Itching Powder Night fell.

The family sat around the dinner table, enjoying a harmonious meal together.

The only discordant note was the presence of Isadora and Max at the table. They had taken the seats at the head of the table, which were supposed to be for Tiffany and Sam.

They chose those seats to be closer to Leon, watching him as he approached.

Both of them expected Leon to sit with them, but to their surprise, Leon bypassed them and sat next to Tiffany.

Max immediately showed his displeasure, dropping his utensils.

"Dad, can you sit withand Mom?" As soon as Max said this, Leon's face turned cold, and he looked silently at Isadora. Remembering Leon's warning, Isadora quickly covered Max's mouth with her hand. "Max, it's the sif Mom sits with you. Let's not disturb Dad while he's eating." Isadora's words were forced, and she felt very uncomfortable.

Max lowered his head, not daring to speak further. He knew that if he angered Leon, Leon would kick him and Isadora out.

But Max, influenced by Isadora, had only one thought in his mind: he belonged in this family, and Tiffany and her children were the ones ruining Leon and Isadora's relationship.

Max was determined to reclaim his place and make sure the other children didn't have it easy.

Of course, these thoughts were only in Max's mind, and Isadora was unaware of them.

Isadora had no idea what Max was planning to do next.

After dinner, everyone returned to their rooms.

Unbeknownst to the others, Max sneaked out of his room.

He went downstairs alone, found Flora's cup, and put spowder in it.

Max had secretly bought this powder from a pharmacy; it would make someone itch all over.

After doing this, Max smiled smugly.

"Try to take Dad from me, will you? I'll teach you a lesson first, then kick you all out! Then Dad will be mine alone." Max hurried back to his room, afraid of being discovered.

The next day.

The children got up early to go to kindergarten. Leon and Tiffany didn't have to go to work, so they planned to take the kids to school together.

They were excited about this and had gotten up early just for today.

The children finished washing up in their rooms and rushed downstairs for breakfast. Damon set the table, placing an egg in each child's bowl.

He also prepared breakfast for Tiffany and Leon, then took out their cups to make hot milk.

Soon, Damon brought out five cups of hot milk from the kitchen, each with a different design. Flora quickly found her cup and took a sip of milk.

"So sweet!" Tiffany smiled at Flora and reached out to pat her head.

At that moment, Isadora cdownstairs with Max, just in tto see the family of five having breakfast.

Max bounced down the stairs, found a seat, and arrogantly ordered Damon.

"I want the sbreakfast as them!" Damon glanced at Leon, who nodded in approval, and then went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Flora thought Max was being rude and said, "Max, you shouldn't talk to Damon like that." "So what? He's just a butler, a servant of the house, right?" As you reach the final pages, remember that novi L5sis your destination for the complete story. Share the joy of reading with others and spread the word. The next chapter is just a visit away! "And I'm the young master of this house, so I should be giving orders." Max spoke nonchalantly, already seeing himself as the young master, though no one in the house acknowledged him as such.

Tiffany quietly ate her breakfast, not wanting to argue with a child. To her, Max's behavior was a result of Isadora's upbringing.

In essence, Isadora hadn't taught her son well.

Or rather, Isadora allowed Max to act this way. If she wanted to stop him, she could do so with a single word.

But she said nothing, just watched quietly.

Isadora knew that no one would argue with a child.

Tiffany's silence didn't mean she was easy to bully; she just thought Isadora's tricks were useless since Leon ignored them anyway.

Soon, Damon brought out two more breakfasts from the kitchen and placed them in front of Isadora and Max. Max picked up a piece of egg and took a bite.

Seeing that the egg was slightly burnt, he immediately threw down his fork in a tantrum.

"I don't want this egg; it's burnt." Hearing Max's complaint, Flora looked at her own egg, which was also slightly burnt but tasted fine.

Damon always prepared breakfast, and his cooking was usually excellent.

"It's not bad; the egg tastes good." Flora thought Max was being picky and took a bite of her own egg in front of him.

"I said it's bad, so it's bad!" Max banged on the table, screaming.

This completely disrupted Tiffany's breakfast, and she lost her appetite.

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Share the joy of reading with others and spread the word. The next chapter is just a visit away! Tiffany put down her utensils and glanced at Leon.

Leon didn't look pleased either. If he had known Max would cause such a fuss, he wouldn't have brought him back in the first place.

"If you keep making noise, get out." Leon glared at Max, genuinely angry this time.

Max was so scared he couldn't move, even forgetting to cry.

Isadora knew she couldn't let Max continue, so she quickly grabbed his hand.

"Max, be good. Eat the eggs. We agreed not to waste food." "Okay, Mom." Max always listened to Isadora. Whatever she said, he would do.

So as soon as Isadora finished speaking, Max picked up his fork again and ate all the eggs in his bowl.

Max glanced at Flora on purpose.

He was just waiting for the itching powder in the cup to take effect.

Max wanted to show them that he wasn't someone to be messed with.

upstairs to get their el After everyone finished breakfast, the children went upstairs to get their backpacks. But as they reached the stairs, Flora felt something was wrong.

She scratched her neck with her hand but still felt uncomfortable.

Flora stopped in her tracks, scratching her face and back.

Sam and Barry noticed Flora's actions and stopped to look at her neck.

They saw that Flora's neck was covered in red rashes, and if she kept scratching, she would break the skin.

They quickly grabbed Flora's hands to stop her from scratching.