Before she could even put down the bowl, Marley and Alyvia had already rushed over.
"Look, grandma looks just the same. She doesn't look any better. Kneel before us now."
"No, she should kneel before me first. I was the one who suggested it." Alyvia stood in front of Marley.
"Embarrassments. What embarrassments." Madam Ruiz frowned as she murmured.
"Grandma, Emilia is the embarrassment. You shouldn't have drunk her soup. Are you feeling unwell now?"
"Obviously. How can she feel better after drinking that weird soup? Emilia, hurry up and kneel before us. Then bow once to the both of us."
"No. I want her to bow thrice." Alyvia tugged at Marley.
The more, the better.
"Why not ask her to bow once to each of us?" Rory chipped in.
"I agree."
"Me too."
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