At the sight of the cold glare Gloria shot her, Dahlia frowned, and her expression darkened too. This was no longer about paying respect or following customary practices. When Gloria spat the tea on her face, she made it clear that she was blatantly insulting her. She was here to flex her authority over Dahlia and exert dominance over them all!

"What's wrong with you, Dahlia? Grandma asked for tea, and you served it to her boiling hot? Did you do it on purpose?" Dakota started to pin the blame relentlessly on Dahlia once she saw the opportunity.

"I think someone's just not happy with us and is deliberately trying to make things difficult!" Jane echoed.

"No, no, no! Dahlia did not do it on purpose! Besides, I've had the tea too, it isn't boiling hot!" Florence quickly tried to salvage the situation.

"Oh, so what you're saying is that I'm lying?" Gloria's expression was as cold as ice.

"N—no! I—I must have been mistaken. I'm sure the problem is with me," Florence said apologetically with