Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1271

Peyton was secretly terrified of Leona. Speaking up against her in the cafeteria was only possible because her daughter was by her side.

But now, alone and unguarded, she hurried towards her home with a sense of urgency.

Leona, faster on her feet, caught up and noticed Peyton carrying two bags, one branded with a luxury makeup logo.

"Look at you, country bumpkin, where'd you swipe the cash from? If it weren't for the generous perks at Stellar Stage Entertainment, you and your daughter wouldn't even have a pot to piss in. Don't tell me your girl's got herself a sugar daddy? Tsk, how low can you go?" Peyton initially chose to ignore Leona, but the mention of her daughter ignited her anger.

Leona approached and shoved her, "Just what I said. Living in the same place as you makes me sick. Can't wait for the auditions to end so I don't have to see trash like you anymore."

"What the hell are you on about?!"

Peyton, having been bedridden for years and only recently gaining a bit of weight since moving to Beaconsfield, couldn't match Leona's physical strength.

forehead crashing

her arms, watching Peyton scramble for the makeup bag she had kicked away, a twisted

the money

at the sight; it had cost her a hefty sum. Leona, satisfied

welling up, cradled the broken foundation, half the product still salvageable. She picked up the other bag, containing clothes, and headed

and gasped, "Mom! What happened?!" Peyton's tears flowed anew, but she couldn't bear to tell Emma about

unfamiliar with brands

a secure container. She was surprised her mother even knew

might

about it. We needed

when it came to her daughter. She rarely stinted on Emma,

'edgy.' I don't know much, but I got help

low