"I really like it! Really!"
She choked out the words, her voice faltering intermittently.
She hadn't noticed at all that the ring was too big for her, loosely hanging on her finger.
With a slight lift of her hand, the ring slid around half a circle, nearly falling off.
But she didn't care, instead thinking it was a token worth flaunting.
Yet in her heart, this scene made her feel secure.
A long-lost sense of security returned.
In the past, whenever she got scolded or beaten, Tristan Lowell would always give her something to appease her.
Over the years, this had gradually stopped, but suddenly receiving a gift again brought back that familiar, twisted sense of security.
"Cora Lowell has never had good intentions since she was a child. Unclean herself, she sees everyone as bad. From now on, I'll only trust you!"
He finally said those words.
Cora Lowell!
Today's events, she kept them in her heart!
Sooner or later, she would collect this debt with interest.
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