âWell, I suppose I should trust you.â
âMs. Bella, youâre back!â
Steven walked in hurriedly, still dressed in a suit, but with quite an
amount of flour on the front.
âOh? Steve, youâre cooking?â Bella asked curiously.
âYes. Madam Celeste and Ms. Amelia are in the kitchen, so I thought
Iâd help out.â Steven seemed somewhat embarrassed and worried.
âWhat? Celeste is cooking in the kitchen?â
Mila stood up in shock. âWhy didnât you stop her? She just fainted in
the morning!â
Bellaâs heart skipped a beat. âAunt Celeste fainted? Iâll look for her!â
Amelia stayed by her motherâs side in the kitchen. They were cookin
together.
âMom, are you alright?â Amelia worriedly looked at Celesteâs pale fa
âIâm fine. We need to hurry up. Itâs almost dinner time. It would be ba
for everyone to starveâ¦â Celeste muttered in a daze while quickly
chopping vegetables.
Suddenly, she cried out.
âMom! Your hand is bleeding!â Amelia was frightened and at a loss. She was on the verge of tears.
âAunt Celeste!â
Bella and Steven arrived in time to see this scene. Seeing Celesteâs deep wound, Bella decisively said,
âSteven, get the first aid kit from my room. Aunt Celeste has a deep cut on her finger. She needs
stitches!â
âYes, Ms. Bella!â
Steven quickly returned with the first aid kit, and Bella skillfully
stitched and bandaged Celesteâs finger.
Looking at Bellaâs proficient stitching skills, Amelia was speechless with amazement. Her sister was
like an invincible goddess. There was nothing Bella could not do.
Amelia felt weak and useless when she compared herself to Bella. Her mother was bullied and almost
gravely hurt, but there was nothing she could do about it. Amelia had to hold back her tears in
desperation.
âMs. Amelia, please rest assured with Ms. Bella here.â
Steven leaned down, putting his warm hands on Ameliaâs tremblin shoulders. He felt her heartache.
âMadam Celeste prepared a few dishes. Letâs set the table.â
Amelia sensed that Bella wanted to talk to Celeste, so she wiped off her tears and obediently followed
Steven out of the kitchen.
âAunt Celeste, donât worry. Youâve suffered so many grievances. We wonât let this slide.â Bella lowered
her gaze as she bandaged
Celesteâs finger with gauze.
âBella, thanks for the thought, but donât do anything for me. Iâm fine!â Celeste panicked, her gaze
becoming unfocused and messy.
âPerhaps someone dared to target you twenty years ago, and now
she wants to repeat the same trick. She just has a death wish!â
Bella took a deep breath and suppressed the rising anger in her chest. âSince she wants to die so
badly, Iâll make sure to fulfill her wish.â
Celeste suddenly returned to her senses and grabbed Bellaâs hand, panting. âBella⦠Do you know who
did it?!â
âYeah. Iâm sure you can guess who it is too.â
Bellaâs eyes flashed with pain. âYou should have told Wyatt. How can
he sit idly by when his wife is being bullied?!â
âBella, I donât want any revenge⦠I only want our family to live in peace.â A tear fell from Celesteâs
eyes.