Coughing lightly several times due to the torment of illness, she forcibly suppressed the pain in her heart.
A frail body, beautiful eyes, yet her expression carried a coldness that was completely contrary to her personality.
After a while, she raised her head.
For the first time, she looked at Cynthia Morgan.
"Where is my daughter?"
Seeing Pearl Jarvis in such a sickly state, her heart filled with uncontrollable pride, as if her accomplishments hadn't been entirely destroyed by Tiana Thorne, she looked down at her with the posture of a victor.
She said contemptuously, "I gave her ashes to Jonas Jarvis. If he still has the life to live, you should ask her."
Smack—
A fierce slap landed on her face.
Cynthia Morgan did not expect, given her appearance, that she would dare to slap her.
This slap was not light, as if the accumulated anger in her heart erupted all at once, using all her strength.
