Lisa crouched, picking up the shattered pieces of what used to be a bowl. Krystal, yet to be appeased, gave Lisa a kick. "I had enough of you! Do you know who I am? How could you make me this kind of trash?"Lisa's eyes remained fixated on the mess. This wasn't the first time. Krystal had been throwing tantrums these days, always getting angry all of a sudden. Lisa's patience had reached its limit. "The food you call trash is the chicken that fed on grains and ran around the mountain all day long. It's organic food. I specially used expensive morels to brew you chicken soup. "Our circumstances are nowhere near the Heaths, but you have better food and clothes than the average person. Just what is not enough?""It's not only our circumstances. You're nowhere as good as my mother's toe. It's all because of you, you witch! Why did you do that back then? My parents hate me now. They used to love me so much. Linus too. He…" Krystal rambled on and on.Her rant was on a loop every s

This side of Yale was foreign to Krystal. Even during the time he treated her well and smiled at her, it was different from the way he smiled at Molly.This was genuine love. Even from his eyes, she could tell that he was smitten.It was as though Molly was a fragile doll. He genuinely cared for her, afraid that she might slip or fall at any time.It was completely different from the facade he showed Krystal.The cold revelation struck her, and a chill ran up to her from her feet. Her face was void of color.Even a fool knew what kind of person Yale was. It turned out he had never once loved her.His years of pursuit were simply a means to get acquainted with the Heath family. Linus and Mason had tried to talk sense into her, but her head was teeming with ideas to take revenge on Ethan. Their advice was like water off a duck's back.Finally, she realized how foolish she was. Considering how Yale was willing to relinquish everything he had in the Kingston family for Molly,

Something was holding Warren back from blurting the truth. Instead of forcing him to speak up, Olivia withdrew her hand from his. "If it puts you in a tough spot, you don't have to say anything. Let's dig in. I gotta go soon.""Olivia, I…" As if he had made an important decision to speak up, he paused momentarily. "Olivia, a friend of mine works for a mysterious organization. He received a message just recently.""A mysterious organization? What's that?" She feigned ignorance."Some sort of a national assassination organization. They'll do everything for money. Killing, for example.""Assassins?" Olivia's expression changed tremendously as though she was reminded of something horrible."Don't be afraid." Warren knew that the night she had the preterm delivery plagued her like a demon. "I won't let anyone hurt you.""What kind of message was it?""He was ordered to kill someone.""And that's me, isn't it?" Olivia managed a helpless smile. "I'm used to this. This is not the fir

Yale knelt. "I won't change my mind, Dad. Whatever that has to do with your family doesn't concern me. And I'll return everything that belongs to you.""Fool! You think your grandfather will let you live? You're jumping sides while knowing so many of our family secrets!"Yale chuckled meaningfully. "I don't intend to fight with the Kingston family. I just want to protect the woman I love forever. If you and Grandpa want me dead, I'll have no choice but to expose some of your secrets. "Don't forget that I managed the household for many years. I know where the family's biggest vulnerability is."Gordon beat Yale up to let his steam off. When he was done, he spat at Yale. "You're exactly the same as your mother, useless!"Olivia hurriedly hid behind a plant. The furious Gordon didn't notice her.Once Gordon left, Yale fished out a cigarette and a lighter with quivering hands.As a result of his dislocated arm, the lighter dropped to the ground next to Olivia's foot.She crouched

It took a while before Olivia managed to comfort Molly.Olivia headed to the study, which was unusually lively. Mason stood in his glasses while Connor sat in his place, his hand holding a paintbrush.The mischievous Zack was holding a paintbrush like a painter as well. How was he able to hold his energy back to sit down and paint?Olivia came closer to take a closer look at the weird creature on the painting. The upper body was drawn into a turtle, which was connected to a bee. "Mom, how's my turbee? Pretty?"She burst into a chuckle. "It is pretty. You sure have a wild imagination.""You're being too generous with your compliments, Mom. I can draw a book of such drawings," Alicia roasted without lifting her head.Olivia's eyes followed Alicia, who had painted a breathtaking scenery. It was on a completely whole new level compared to Zack's.Unwilling to admit his shortcomings, Zack retorted back at Alicia. Olivia was so used to their little disputes.Meanwhile, Willow was t