Trista really liked this scent: "You brought me the medicinal fragrance again, or Abby always thought of me."
She didn't really believe Abby at first.
At that moment, there was no doubt at all: "What Hamza did was excessive, how could he not let you go? Amelia is indeed your granddaughter, and you have also contributed a lot to the Cromwell family over the years."
"Trista, I didn't have anything." Abby smiled, her eyes slightly lowered, with a hint of calculation, "I'll help you put it on."
Trista nodded with a smile, "I don't know why, but no matter how many perfumes I've used abroad, they can't compare to the fragrance of your medicine. Those scents were almost meaningless."
"You used to be busy with work and had poor sleep quality, this fragrance can help calm your mind."
Abby spo
