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Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Chapter 507
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Just then, the door to another room opened and Miranda walked out.

Casting a cold glance at Megan, she demanded, “What are you doing here?

Don’t you need sleep?”

Tabitha smiled, “Miranda, Megan and Debbie had a squabble. We’re trying to sort the issue out, before she goes to bed.”

Miranda furrowed her eyebrows, annoyed by Megan’s crying.

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“Stop crying for heaven’s sake! It’s New Year—a day of celebration. Crying is bad luck. Besides, are you a snowflake or something? I hate people bawling all the time. You should learn something from Debbie. Now, get back to your room and get sshut-eye.”

Instantly, Megan stopped crying. With a pitiful expression, she apologized to Miranda.

“I’m sorry, Miranda. I’m leaving now. Have a good night.”

Connie helped Megan walk to her room. When they walked past Miranda,

Connie said softly, “Mom, have a good rest.”

Miranda nodded at Connie and then went back to her room. Despite

Connie’s humble family background, Miranda was pretty happy with her—

Connie was kindhearted and was never a troublemaker. No drama was

Miranda’s rule, and Connie adhered to that.

When Tabitha and Connie left Megan’s room and walked past the study, they could still hear James roaring.

Tabitha shook her head with profound resignation.

Debbie was unpacking when she heard a knock at the door. She opened it and saw her mother-in-law.

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“Mom, why aren’t you in bed? It’s late,” she said with a smile.

Tabitha looked at her, not as close to Debbie as before. Hearing Megan trash-talking Debbie definitely changed the way she saw the woman

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Pointing to the Luggage on the floor, Debbie replied, “Unpacking.”

“Don’t mind James. He’s short-tempered. Don’t take his words to heart,” said Tabitha.

Debbie was stunned for a while. Then she nodded, “Mom, I can understand…Dad. Maybe to him, I’m just srando off the streets

Maybe he just can’t accept it.”

Back on the plane to New York, Debbie had secretly practiced addressing