Chapter 822

Brandon took the initiative to help out, which was rare. Camilla quickly said, "Carla can handle it later. It'll just take a few minutes to cook." "I want spaghetti." "There's still some dough left. I'll make it in a bit," Camilla said, glancing at Mayra as she spoke. "I'll do it," Mayra said. She rolled up her sleeves before heading into the kitchen with the remaining dough. Brandon followed her closely, acting like an accessory attached to her. Watching the two reconcile, Camilla smiled and shook her head with resignation. "When they're getting along, Brandon can't seem to be apart from her and follows her around all day. But when they're not, it's like they're sworn enemies. Nothing can keep them from fighting." Zoey spoke from a different point of view in a solemn tone, "Mrs. Sawyer, don't you think that's the most frightening part about it? Brandon can't think independently and is too easily led around by others. If someone convinced him to commit crimes, Brandon's person