Mary smiled and nodded. “Yes, it’s true. Lie down now. Mom has a way to save you. Also, don’t tell anyone about your illness. You know the Schmidt family—if they find out you’re sick, they’ll mock you, especially those from the collateral branches you used to bully. They’ll seize the chance to kick you while you’re down.” She had come mainly to warn her daughter about this.
“Okay, Mom. I won’t tell anyone. What about Amanda? Did you slap her a few times for me?” Sheila asked bitterly.
She was itching to tear Amanda’s mouth apart and leave her with no grave to die in.
Hearing this, Mary frowned and scolded her daughter, “Don’t say such things again. The only person who can save you now is her. If she could tell you were sick, that means she has some hidden skills. I’m going to beg her to
