Trapped In Tasty Lips

"Alas, I'm nothing but a burden to you," Cheryl sighed. "It must cost lots of money for me to go through this treatment."

Wendy was peeling apples for her mother when she heard her words. Distracted, she lost her balance and obtained a cut on her fingertips from the knife. She yelped.

Then she placed the knife back on the table and covered her hand immediately.

The blood dripped down her palm as she winced. Pain raked her over.

Cheryl hurried to hold her daughter's wound tightly. "Are you okay? What happened?"

Although the wound wasn't that deep, blood continuously flowed from the cut. Wendy gritted her teeth in obvious pain.

Not wasting any more time, she grabbed the handkerchief from the bedside table and bounded it up tightly. Seeing as the cut was now bandaged up, she forced a smile into her lips. "I'm fine now. It's just a scratch." She giggled. "My skin has always been thick."

Cheryl's eyes were filled with sadness, but she hid her emotions well enough. "No matter how thick your skin is, you still shouldn't be that careless. You have always been like this. How could I not worry over you?"

Wendy buried her head in her mother's arms like a spoiled child. "I don't want you to worry about me," she murmured. "I want to be with you for the rest of my life, okay?"

Holding her daughter tightly in her arms, Cheryl laughed and shook her head. "Silly girl, how can you accompany me all your life? You have yet to get married."

Burying herself in her mother's soft arms and smelling her familiar scent, Wendy was reluctant to leave her bedside. A cold and lonely tear fell onto the bed sheet. However, she still needed to pay the other medical bills.

The next day, Wendy appeared in the hall of the villa just in time.

The Guan Mansion was huge. The rattan furniture that decorated the hall made everything seem aged and rustic. However, the crystal chandelier provided a sharp contrast to the interiors as its dim lights flickered above them.

Felton Guan had been sipping his tea when he saw his daughter walking into the household. Setting his tea aside, he held her hand in glee. "Wendy, what brings you here? Are you here for me?"

rarely showed up here. How could Felton Guan not be ecstatic

old man was joyful, his daughter was anything but. Her body stiffened once his large hands clasped her shoulders. His warmth made her heart skip a beat, but it still didn't shake her indifferent resolve. Like other children, she had

Leah," she said

had just been scolded as he murmured,

me? Have you been responsible for my mother? Do you know how much pain we

face grew red at the

their eyes, she was nothing but an illegitimate

she would even fight back. Now, she had grown

hands together, he bowed his head. "I'm

my father," Wendy sneered, despising him from the bottom of her heart. The man couldn't even protect his own wife and child. No matter how

felt as if his heart was being stabbed repeatedly. He trembled under her stare. "Wendy,

over and nodded respectfully to Felton. He then turned to her. "Miss Wendy, Mrs. Leah

father another look, she followed Waller up the steps. Felton gazed at her retreating figure helplessly as

you kept your

she saw Leah lying on the sofa. The expensive coat she was sporting hung loosely over her

her, it was impossible not

save her mother's life.

smoke and stood up. When she glanced at Wendy, she could see her hardened gaze and the murderous glint in her

to look at me like that. If you don't want to do it, then you could leave. I won't force you." She shrugged. "But you have to pay me

was as sharp as an arrow, and Wendy could feel it stabbing

wanting to do it?" Although she despised Leah, she had to endure all of this. All of this

out a small bag from the cupboard beside her and handed it to Wendy.

"What's this?"