The sky was sunny, but now it slowly went overcast. The dark clouds covered the sky as if it was going to rain.
Jeff grabbed Cynthia's shoulder, put a knife against her neck, and whispered in her ear, "Do you think Alston will mourn for you? Let's see it, shall we?"
The sharp blade touched Cynthia's delicate skin, and a blood stain appeared instantly.
Alston became tense and furious.
"Why don't you cry for help?" Jeff felt bored because Cynthia didn't even make a sound.
Cynthia looked at him emotionlessly. "Alston didn't care, so I don't want to humiliate myself by asking him for help."
She just learned that she had always been a replacement.
No wonder Alston would let her stay in the Smith family. No wonder he was angry when she touched that box.
Cynthia forced a smile, and the pa
