A Beauty With Multiple Masks

A series of heart-rending shrieks were heard coming from an apartment at an unspecified location.

“Hang in there, Your Majesty. They should be returning with the medication in a bit…”

Though she had suffered burns of her own, Monisha endured her own physical pain to offer Nancy comfort.

Being the first time Nancy had ever been that aggrieved, her hatred for Aaron had thus reached boiling point. She would not have been made to suffer so much if not for him.

What made it worse was that he had actually instructed the hospital to turn away bum victims, and clinics to decline selling medication for the treatment of burns. To her, he was obviously trying to push her to the brink.

Outside, in the living room, Linda looked toward the Duke and shook her head. “We can’t purchase any medication for treating burns anywhere.”

The Duke’s dour mood was palpable on his face.

It is truly unexpected that this king would be so devious as to use such means to force the queen mother to reveal herself.

Scoffing, he then knocked on Nancy’s door. “That grandson of yours seems to have inherited your ruthlessness. I think you may have to endure it, as it looks likely that we won’t be able to acquire treatment options no matter where we look.”

heard his words from

you still have my phone?” she asked through

with his eyes, and the latter picked up Nancy‘s phone. Opening the door, she passed that along to Nancy before

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had been burned to death. He was unable to wrap his head around how the woman he had made love to just a few days ago could have

did the prison

decades, so how could one have suddenly gone off less than two days into Nancy’s

about how the whole affair came

he really not

of days with the aim of convincing her to relinquish the power

rush? At the end of the day, she’s still his own grandmother. Isn’t there any room at all left

terrible seeing how her husband had shut himself away inside

managed to touch his heart and move him, only to realize that she had moved only herself,

stood before the door to the study while a tear

I am no longer in love with you,

downstairs. This time, she had