Krystal could still come up with excuses for what Tatiana previously said, but at that moment, Tatiana looked at Krystal as if she was looking at a stranger.

No, it was even worse.

Tatiana seemed to think of Krystal as her enemy.

Krystal couldn't understand how her mother, who loved her so much, would look at her with such a cold gaze.

Krystal asked in disbelief, "Mom, what did you just say?" Tatiana couldn't be bothered with Krystal.

She was about to leave, but when Krystal saw her leaving, Krystal hastily said, "Mom, I'm hungry." “Evil people like you deserve to starve to death." Tatiana hurriedly left with the bowl of chicken noodle soup in her hands.

She wasn't returning to her room, nor was she going to Mason's study.

Who did she make the soup for? Krystal began to panic, and she insisted on going out.

The people standing guard outside had quite a lot of reinforcements.

With orders from Linus, they wouldn't spoil Krystal like they used to.

"Sorry, Ms.

Heath, but you can't leave now." As Krystal gazed at the snowy scene outside, she sensed that something was beginning to change.

She panicked.

Tatiana brought the steaming bowl of soup to Molly.

"Eat it while it's hot.

From now on, I'll be in charge of your meals.

you have to get better soon

of the room, arranging the place as

sitting at the side, watching Molly

he didn't have experience

the time Krystal returned to him, she had

his fatherly love

completely different from

had a careful and shy

heart ache when he saw

worried that

you need anything,

now on, so you don't have to hold

glanced around her, but she couldn't see Yale

felt a little

Mason and Tatiana could see that she

the only person she

already used to

the

away." It was only then that

was like a

care from her family, color finally returned

look as

Yale never went anywhere.

in the Heath residence

for a few days, Krystal finally realized that something was

knife and fought

to get

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