"Give this to Zayla, and it will make her lose more quickly."
Miriam looked at the delicately packaged gift box but didn't take it.
Clarence urged her. "You have to cooperate with me obediently! Otherwise, your daughter will become a cold corpse!"
Miriam took a deep breath, reached out her hand tremblingly, and took it.
She had no other choice for her daughter's sake.
Clarence felt extremely content when he saw her reluctantly do that in the end under his threat!
He was glad that he could do whatever he wanted to do!
The sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the curtains and refracted into the dark room.
The sunlight fell on her wrist and the braided bracelet blinked.
...
The last assessment in the afternoon kicked off.
Zayla had taken a nap but still felt weak all over and the marks didn't recover. Yet it didn't hurt anymore temporarily.
The dance to play was undecided.