Still on the terrace. Rion was restless and felt like leaving right away as Cristela continued to make small talk to him.
If the old woman had not despised Rion’s mother so much in the past, then Rion would have loved her as his grandmother. However, there was no point in thinking like that anymore because everything had happened, and Rion wouldn’t forget the awful words Cristela said in the past about his mother.
“... You hate me, but I love you. Is there nothing good in your memory about me? You always act cold and hate me a lot.”
Rion smirked.
“You are very funny, Cristela D. Panther. You need to do good things so that I can have good memories of you. Do you feel that you have ever done that? No, right? And about me hating you, you know exactly why,” said Rion sarcastically. His voice was cold.
