slightly pale, "So you g

ment, "I thought Miss Mary would take the money and ru

e, her lips trembled slightly, and she s

ose Kinson, stabilized the old man's mood, and been kind to Kinson,

n her eyes, "But where d

It's my salary

on glanced a

rned to leave

I deserve to die, but this thing really has no

ry pale, and she cannot

the bank deposit she had saved regularly fo

e to control the overall situation that bankrupted Kinson's family a

all the arrangements alre

ons like Tiara piece by piece, leaving Rose Kinson is

ra, would there be no more father-daughter destiny? The veins stood out on his forehead, and his h

nson's house. From now on, I'm d

es

shen and cried, "Miss

was concerne

Beverly Kinson with a cold stare, "Your sister has been

ara was herded out like a dog. Her white,

r back and forth a

hile, her body trembling slightly in p

n as to take away the people she trusted the m

ly, she walked over, patted her hand with a fist and said softly, "Turn

swollen cheeks that looked a li

enge was jus

ns. She shook her head generously and said, "Mary , no matter wha

have been sown, and if they grow into tall trees

nt trotted up, "Sir, W

lower lip until it blood

an't wait to ma

e said he'd be back another

did he fall f

ionally saw the feel

son is unhappy,

a, it was agreed early in the morn

rassed, "But..." He didn't want t

riage first. If he really wants to marry me, I can marry

ed at Rose Kinson: "If I live in Kins

but he can only shake his head,

ned to her words, tu

le Kinson's little head

ng to say, so she ran after her father and left. Ever

d, "You like Willia

y explored the complete opposite, as if s

asked softly, "I like him

ly, and she literally said, "No! Rose Kinson, listen carefully. From now

to make a face, and said seriously, "Mary , there mu

member what I said earlier, William Black, it was the first one that I took away f

id in front of everyone, which basically meant the same thing she said, and her face g

enter the family gate. Why don't I choose to marry the first heir o

Richard Black at at all, but she'

r hands are clenched tightly into fists, b

ake Mary Kinson's cheap

You'd best hold your horses, don't give me the opportunity to drive yo

, squeezing out the blood in her palms

d and walked towa

tubborn, evil smil

ove anyone anymore. She just has to

how can she find an opportunity to r

s, her

of pain at the bottom of her eyes,