Trapped In Tasty Lips

"Alas, I'm nothing but a burden to you," Cheryl sighed. "It must cost lots of money for me to go through this treatment."

Wendy was peeling apples for her mother when she heard her words. Distracted, she lost her balance and obtained a cut on her fingertips from the knife. She yelped.

Then she placed the knife back on the table and covered her hand immediately.

The blood dripped down her palm as she winced. Pain raked her over.

Cheryl hurried to hold her daughter's wound tightly. "Are you okay? What happened?"

Although the wound wasn't that deep, blood continuously flowed from the cut. Wendy gritted her teeth in obvious pain.

Not wasting any more time, she grabbed the handkerchief from the bedside table and bounded it up tightly. Seeing as the cut was now bandaged up, she forced a smile into her lips. "I'm fine now. It's just a scratch." She giggled. "My skin has always been thick."

Cheryl's eyes were filled with sadness, but she hid her emotions well enough. "No matter how thick your skin is, you still shouldn't be that careless. You have always been like this. How could I not worry over you?"

Wendy buried her head in her mother's arms like a spoiled child. "I don't want you to worry about me," she murmured. "I want to be with you for the rest of my life, okay?"

Holding her daughter tightly in her arms, Cheryl laughed and shook her head. "Silly girl, how can you accompany me all your life? You have yet to get married."

Burying herself in her mother's soft arms and smelling her familiar scent, Wendy was reluctant to leave her bedside. A cold and lonely tear fell onto the bed sheet. However, she still needed to pay the other medical bills.

The next day, Wendy appeared in the hall of the villa just in time.

The Guan Mansion was huge. The rattan furniture that decorated the hall made everything seem aged and rustic. However, the crystal chandelier provided a sharp contrast to the interiors as its dim lights flickered above them.

Felton Guan had been sipping his tea when he saw his daughter walking into the household. Setting his tea aside, he held her hand in glee. "Wendy, what brings you here? Are you here for me?"

up here. How could Felton Guan not be ecstatic upon

stiffened once his large hands clasped her shoulders. His warmth made her heart skip a beat, but it still didn't shake her indifferent

here for Leah," she

He looked like a child who had just been scolded as he murmured, "Is your heart made

father? Have you done anything for me? Have you been responsible for my mother?

entire face grew red at

everyone had extensively discussed her background. In their eyes, she was nothing but an illegitimate daughter. She

insults. Sometimes, she would even fight back. Now, she had grown numb as if her heart had died the moment

his daughter in masked pain. Rubbing his hands together, he bowed his head. "I'm

from the bottom of her heart. The man couldn't even protect his own wife and child. No matter how talented he was,

heart was being stabbed repeatedly.

over and nodded respectfully to Felton. He then turned to her. "Miss Wendy, Mrs. Leah is

steps. Felton gazed at her retreating figure helplessly as his shoulders sagged in

kept your

saw Leah lying on the sofa. The expensive coat she

time Wendy saw her, it was impossible not to spot a cigarette in

save her mother's life. "Tell me, what do you want me to

and stood up. When she glanced at Wendy, she could see her hardened gaze and the murderous glint

like that. If you don't want to do it, then you could leave.

scornful smile was as sharp as an arrow, and

wanting to do it?" Although she despised Leah, she had to endure all of this.

out a small bag from the cupboard beside her and handed it to Wendy. "Here. It's

"What's this?"