"Why don't you eat your fill? Don't you have food at Bryson's house?" Betty curiously turned her head to look at her.
"That's not true. Every day at noon, his assistant would pack up the food in the hotel and give it to me to eat. It's just that I don't like to eat recently and I want to have some snacks."
Looking at her depressed expression, Victoria did not sympathize with her at all. She even wanted to laugh, and she actually did laugh, "Then, just have a good meal! This is also for your own good."
"I know! So, I kind of want to move out of his house." Betty whispered into her ear quietly.
To be honest, she really did not dare let Bryson hear these words.
But now he was in the hall with the little boy.
"You live well, why did you move!? Did he bully you?" Victoria immediately look
