Chapter 17

"Bruce, aren't you spoiling her too much?" Kate couldn't help but intervene. "She has hands, doesn't she? Does she really need you to cut the steak and feed her?" She said this just as Bruce was handing Cindy a napkin. Bruce replied calmly as if it wasn't a big deal. "You wouldn't understand." Kate was left speechless, and her face darkened in anger. I didn't want to get dragged into their drama, so I changed the subject. "Mrs. Harold, the pan-fried cod here is really good. You should try it." Hearing this, Kate looked down at the cod pieces that had been deboned. She smiled and said, "Nancy, you're still the most sensible one here, unlike some other girls who aren't anything but shortsighted." The meal was as thrilling as a roller coaster ride. After we finished eating, the four of us stood at an intersection under the neon lights. Kate took my hand and said, "Nancy, you should come over this weekend. Bruce just bought a new house with a lawn, and we've planted a bunch of bouga