Under Ethan Grant's icy gaze, Yvette Grant reluctantly signed the papers, her heart bleeding.
'This is Duplara, a natural wonder, and I'm just handing it over to that bitch for nothing!'
'Even though I knew this was going to happen sooner or later, now that I'm actually signing, I really, really want to cry!'
Meanwhile, Shirley Thorne, who was listening in on the drama via an audio feed, was trying so hard not to laugh that her stomach ached. She felt like rolling on the floor in hysterics.
'She'd read in the news once that scientific studies showed holding in laughter was harder than enduring pain.'
'Turns out, the experts weren't just blowing hot air. Holding in laughter really was much harder than enduring pain.'
"Shirley?"
Seeing her clutching her stomach with the corners of her mouth twitching, Meredith Rowan looked very concerned.
Shirley Thorne waved a hand. "It's nothing. Just my period."
"I'll make you some sweet ginger tea!"
