Chapter 527 Cindy, the Everyday Journalist

Cindy was fully recovered, brimming with energy as she sat at the breakfast table, ready to rush off to work. Her beige suit was crisp and neatly pressed, her hair styled into an elegant bun — she looked every bit the perfect journalist.

Across the table, her parents Zilda and Germano sat in uneasy silence, hesitant to speak.

“Can someone pass me the butter?” Cindy asked, pointing across the table.

Germano, reaching for the butter, didn’t pass it right away. “Not until you tell us if you plan on moving out of here,” he said firmly.

Cindy rolled her eyes in disbelief. “Seriously? Are we doing this again?”

“We’re just worried about you,” Zilda said gently.

“Worried to the point where I can’t make my own decisions?” Cindy shot back, annoyed.

Germano leaned in, his tone more serious. “You don’t understand the consequences of your choices.”

Cindy, now more practical, set her utensils down. “Dad, you don’t approve of me and Jackson showing any affection under your roof. I get it. It’s your
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