Bella Green listened to her words, the smile on her lips growing colder, and she turned to look at her.
"Why should I help her?"
Francesca Willis was taken aback into silence, then after a while, continued to smile ingratiatingly.
"Isla is your cousin too; you can't just watch her suffer. We're all family, it's just a matter of saying a few words."
"Just a matter of saying a few words?" Bella Green was amused.
"It's such a big deal, and you want me to ask Mason Bennett for help; who will owe him a favor, you or me?" Bella Green suddenly put away her smile and questioned coldly.
"Cousin? Did your darling niece forget to tell you how she messed with me in the crew? You want me to help someone who's constantly thinking about harming me. Has your brain gone bad, or has mine?"
Her words were unapologetic, and Francesca Willis's chest heaved violently with anger, nearly slamming the table in rage.
The previous words could be overlooked, but she actually said her brain had gone bad?
