Alyssa recalled how Landon and Lauren held hands and looked at each other lovingly. She was


    touched and envious of their love.


    Lauren had found her love. Alyssa wondered when it would be her turn.


    “Ms. Alyssa, you are nice to Ms. Lauren too. I will help you no matter what it takes,” said Nina.


    Alyssa held her hand and replied, “Thank you, Nina, but please look out for your safety. Don’t push


    yourself. If you run into danger, let me know right away.


    “We can abort or give up on our ns-as long as you’re safe. Got it?”


    Nina nodded with tears in her eyes. Since Nina hadn’t had anything, Alyssa made her some food and


    even served L’s pickles. It was a simple but satisfying meal.


    Nina wolfed down the food, clearly famished. Alyssa sat across from her, resting her chin on her palm


    and smiling.


    Alyssa asked, “Is it delicious?”


    “Yes! It’s good!” Nina eximed after licking the te clean and wiping her mouth. “Ms. Alyssa, you’re


    an excellent cook. Mr. Jasper is fortunate to have you.”


    Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.


    Sean was left speechless by Nina’s unexpected remark. Alyssa, still smiling, teased, “Too bad he


    doesn’t appreciate it. He won’t get to enjoy it anymore.”


    After Betty was badly beaten up by Angelina on Landon’s instructions, she quietly flew to Hestrya to


    recuperate and fix her face. She dared not add to Sophia’s troubles, and she kept her injuries a secret


    from Javier as well.


    Angelina wouldn’t have assaulted her without Landon’s directives. Betty knew that if she made a fuss


    out of the issue, she’d only humiliate herself and her family. Not only that, she might suffer from


    Landon’s retaliation.


    She never wanted to experience the agony of sharing a room with rats and merciless beatings.


    However, she still wanted to get even, or she’d never get over the humiliation


    Post-surgery, with a bandaged head, Betty returned to Sna City. While in the car, she received a call


    from Zoe.


    Zoe barked into the phone, “Hey, where the fuck were you? I couldn’t reach you at all.”


    Zoe addressed her in an authoritative tone, as usual.


    Betty, in pain, pressed against her bandaged face and retorted, “Watch your tone. I’m Betty Beckett,


    not your maid!*


    “Poor you. I haven’t gotten even with you when you humiliated me in front of Jasper. You have no right


    to be mad at me now,” jeered Zoe. “Whatever. I’ll overlook that. Someone will pick you up tomorrow. Go


    with me to my engagement dress fitting.”


    “Engagement? Whose’s engagement?”


    “My engagement to Jasper!”


    “What?” Betty gasped, looking stunned. “Jasper can’t possibly agree to that unless he’s lost his mind.”


    “He hasn’t agreed yet, but it’s just a matter of time,” Zoe asserted. “Wait and see. He’ll cave in soon,


    and I’ll be your sister-inw.”