Bella Green listened to their words, her eyes turning red, somewhat at a loss.
"I didn't think that, I just, just..."
"Just what? Are you just eager for someone to scold me? How could there be such a heartless girl like you, I'm your mother, do you know?"
"Yes, Bella, you..." Samuel Gren also looked at her reproachfully.
He had rushed back from the company in haste, only to find that Bella Green had intentionally orchestrated this act of playing the victim, so how could he not be angry.
"Mom said she specially made my favorite almond crisp. I... I knew I might have an allergic reaction, but..." Bella Green said, her eyes reddening, filled with stubborn persistence, looking at the woman in front of her with a face full of bitterness, longing sadly.
"I wanted to taste the pastry handmade by my mom."
