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Tommy hesitated for a moment, looking at Bradley for help. “You're allergic, why didn't you tell me all these years?” Bradley’s voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with confusion. I didn’t answer, but Cherry spoke up for me. “Uncle and Mom have lived together for so many years, but you only found out what she likes to eat and what she’s allergic to when she told you herself. But I’ve only lived with Mom for less than half a year, and I already know everything about her habits. How little you cared about Mom before!” Cherry’s words cut deep, piercing their hearts. Their faces turned pale, and they couldn’t utter a single word in defense. She looked at the table of dishes and didn’t intend to stop there. “Mom can’t eat these. She just had surgery recently, and the doctor instructed her to eat a light diet. You also ordered spicy dishes—do you want to kill Mom?” Tommy stood up nervously, but Cherry blocked his view. “Mom, it's not like that. I didn't know you had surgery. I didn