"I'm doing this for you," Malva’s eyes instantly reddened. "Otherwise, your grandma would never let Livia go. Sending her home is just to help her avoid trouble for now. Once some time passes and your grandma calms down, you can bring her back whenever you want... By then, you can do whatever you please..."
"Sorry, I misunderstood you." Mitchel let out a sigh of relief.
Feeling a bit guilty, he reached out to touch Malva’s swollen face. "Does it still hurt? I’ll have someone bring you some ice to reduce the swelling."
***
The phone buzzed and a photo popped up on Livia’s phone screen.
In the image, Mitchel was lowering his head, cradling a woman’s face in his hands, his eyes filled with distress and tenderness.
[You see that? Mitchel loves me the most! Even if you die, he wouldn’t spare you a second glance!]
Fifteen minutes earlier, Hailey had received a call. She hurriedly left after offering Livia a few comforting words, telling her to rest well.
But Livia had heard it. On the other end of the call, Carmen’s voice was dripping with sarcasm and scorn.