A Beauty With Multiple Masks

The moment Dileon and Teddy left, Henrick’s face resumed its normal expression. He smiled at Malorie, asking, “How have you been, Mom? Have you been taking the supplements I bought you?”

Malorie nodded at him. “I’ve been well. And this must be… Sannie?”

Arielle immediately felt Malorie’s sharp gaze piercing her face as the latter openly scrutinized her.

She knew at once that this woman before her eyes was not going to be easy to get along with.

Nevertheless, she quickly flashed a radiant smile at her and answered in a sweet voice, “Yes, Grandma, I’m Sannie.”

“Mmm.” Malorie nodded curtly as she walked around Arielle in a circle, scanning her from head to toe, at the same time muttering, “Your looks indeed resemble that dead mother of yours. Hopefully, your fate and temper are nothing like hers.”

Arielle’s hands immediately balled into fists under the sleeves of her coat as she struggled to suppress her rising fury.

Taking in a deep breath, she forced herself to maintain the same pleasant smile as she responded, “Thanks for your concern, Grandma, but I’ve always been in good health.”

“It’s good that you’re healthy.” Malorie narrowed her

look before going on, “But you’re way too skinny! That isn’t ideal for childbirth. You need to put on some weight.

that, the smile on Arielle’s face was beginning

women merely birthing machines in this old

reason for Henrick’s personality.

she turned toward him with

work well on Henrick,

Sannie’s still young. Let’s not terrify her just yet. Anyway, we’ve

expecting me to cook for you? Guess what! I’ve been waiting here all day for you to arrive and cook

too!”

“Well, I suggested hiring a live-in cook for

turned the idea

beat. “How can we hire a live-in cook under these circumstances?

caused Henrick

up in the countryside? Can you cook? Or are you like that dead mother