"Hah?!"
Bella opened her rounded mouth, and it seemed she had misheard what David said.
"What did you say, Dad?"
David straightened his face and took a slow breath. He had just finished the mash that was in his mouth. He took the white napkin was on the table and wiped the corner of his mouth.
"I think what I said was clear enough. How much do you want?"
Bella closed her mouth tightly and blinked a few times. "Looks like Dad's mind is messed up. How can he agree to my request," thought Bella.
"I've asked this twice. And you're still silent, Bella. I don't like repeating my questions. Just tell me how much money you want," David's face was fierce.
Is it true that he offered money with a scary face like that?
"Glek... Dad? Do you really want to kick me out?" Bella asked, her face turning sad.
Bella's mind immediately branched. She thought, where would she live? After all, she was just a twelve-year-old girl.
