Chapter 116 The Old Swindler

Ralph recovered much faster than expected.

In the morning, Karen had breakfast under Ralph's watchful eye. Although Karen's act of knocking herself out might have been wise, the chilly Ralph needed no reason to blame others.

Karen, like a scared little squirrel, shrank under Ralph's silent gaze. There was no scolding, no punishment; it was precisely this kind of silent aggression that was the most frightening. Karen didn't even feel like enjoying her feast; she could only hastily fill her stomach and then hide behind Lyle.

Lyle propped up the bowl of mushroom cream soup with his spoon. The food in Naranya all had a sweet taste. At first try, you would like this flavor, but upon having it again, the only thing remaining on your palate was the cloying sweetness. Lyle's fingers were also trembling slightly, but luckily he had Shuishui stabilize his arm in advance to prevent exposing this facade.