"You damned ghost, what nonsense are you spouting! What do you mean by aiding the tyrant!"
Crystal, having watched a lot of TV dramas and understanding the meaning of the idiom, bit her slightly uneven teeth in anger and said furiously, "If you keep helping her, I'll make sure to slice your belly open too!"
"..." The middle-aged man's heart bled a little.
What a disaster this was.
How could the master fall for that Fabled Fairy Clan woman, Cynthia Sullivan, and even bring her daughter back to the villa on the mountain? A brat like this shouldn't even exist in this world.
He glanced at Clarissa and found that this child had an expression of complete calm, without a trace of panic on her face.
This was truly beyond his expectations.
Being threatened with having her belly slashed, yet maintaining such composure and calmness—neither anxious nor flustered—was completely out of character for a child.
