"Isn't it clear to you? If it weren't for you meddling with Mitchel, how could he possibly let Livia wear that mermaid costume and soak in cold water for the entire night? If it weren’t for you, how would Livia have ended up covered in injuries? And if it weren’t for you bribing these ungrateful doctors, how could they dare treat Livia like this? You designed this scheme to frame Livia and you deliberately delayed her treatment! What exactly are you plotting?”
The butler raised his hand again, but after a few attempts, his hand couldn’t move.
He turned around and found himself blocked by Mitchel, who was holding a thermos in his hand.
“Have you lost your mind? How dare you hit Malva! "
At that moment, tears welled up in Malva's eyes as she threw herself at Mitchel's feet, sobbing.
"Mitchel, my biggest wish before I die was to see you again. Now you've finally come!"
Die?
Mitchel supported Malva with one hand and upon seeing her flushed cheeks, his expression froze.
"Don't be mad at your mom. It's Livia who hates me. She can't accept me. But even if I die, I don't want to leave you..."
Mitchel quickly walked to Livia's bedside and placed the thermos down.