"Ember, child... You see, I am proposing this only for your benefit." Brenda, dressed in neat clothes, crossed her legs and feigned a concerned look.
Her short brown hair looked messy, yet compared to others whose hair was looking oily and not washed for days, she was able to stand out without any effort.
Though being chubby, she had puffed up her chest as if it were a proud thing to do; her straight back occasionally started to hunch before she straightened it again.
A sharp glint flashed in her eyes as she swept her gaze at everyone before it landed on the walls.
Her expression resembled that of a diplomat who was trying to trick others and yet act kind and generous.
How can the Nightbanes, who had seen many such people, not understand what Brenda was trying to do?
Their heart turned cold, while disgust surfaced at the bottom of their heart. Trying to maintain the last shred of dignity, Helena smiled politely and answered,
