Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Emma shot a furious glance at Emma, taking a deep breath to steady herself.

"You little snake! Just you wait!"

Emma didn't react, simply settling back into her chair with a calm demeanor. The others around them were stealing glances, but she didn't mind. Instead, she focused on comforting Peyton.

"Mom, please eat. You've been bedridden recently; your body needs the nourishment."

Peyton tried to discreetly wipe away her tears, her sleeves growing damp.

"Emma, maybe we should just go back. The town was nice, and nobody there pointed fingers or hurled insults at us. Being a doctor there was respectable, too. That girl from earlier doesn't seem like she's going to leave us alone. This might just be the beginning of more trouble."

"Mom, don't worry about what she said. We don't owe her anything."

The first time Emma had arrived in Beaconsfield, the price of a beef sandwich at $35 had shocked her for a long time. After all, she had grown up in a rural area, eating simple bread and foraged greens, with meat being a once-a-week luxury that barely cost $10 a pound. It had been a shock and, initially, a source of embarrassment.

But after attending numerous classes with her teachers, she gradually came to terms with it.

long as you lived

she silently started eating, tears streaming down her face as

have classes tonight, and some folks from the company are going to drop off the computers we'll be using. I've cleaned up the remaining space in the bedroom;

Focus on

saw the anxiety on Peyton's face. She knew her mother was under a lot of psychological pressure, especially since she still felt uneasy about going to the cafeteria

a month, the

this competition will

about 750 square feet, worth over a million dollars. I'm going to give it my all, so don't worry. Just keep on eating and drinking

Over a million dollars?!

that much money in her life, not even in her wildest

good money, Even if I don't win first place, I'll fight

hands trembled, her lips turning

long pause, she

know it's no

nagging, you have your own ideas, and I seem to upset you within minutes of opening my mouth. I don't even know what I did wrong. So, you don't have to report everything to me. Just go and