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Lynnsey knew what Rachel meant, but she remained silent. Amber killed her babies when they needed her help the most, and Lynnsey could never forgive Amber for that. She paused for a moment and said softly, "Grandma, I met a little boy, and he said he was Amber's..." Bang! A loud sound suddenly came from the second floor, and the pieces of glass even sprayed and fell on the lawn of the yard. Lynnsey frowned, "What's going on?" Rachel seemed to be used to it and said lightly, "Amber breaks things every time she gets mad. She is always like that. You and Amber will bicker whenever you meet each other, so I won't ask you to stay today." Lynnsey understood. She stood up and looked up at Amber's bedroom and walked in. Amber couldn't hold back her anger and smashed a vase on the ground ha