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."

Krystal gazed at the snowy scene outside, she sensed

while it's hot. From now on, I'll be in charge of your meals. I'll definitely feed you lots, so

went in and out of the room, arranging the place as Olivia had instructed.

to him, she had already grown up. Later on, he expressed

his heart ache when

This is your home from now on, so you

She glanced around her, but she couldn't see Yale anywhere. She felt a little

"Dad, where's Yale?"

her, Yale was the only person she could depend

unpacking in the room next door.

was only then that

flower. After she received attentive care from her family, color finally returned to her face. She

never went anywhere. He stayed in the

for a few days, Krystal finally realized that something was off. One day, she grabbed a knife and fought her way through the guards. She managed to get

find her family members and ask them what exactly happened, as well as why no one had come over

happened to that wench, Molly,

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