"…" Sky Moore quietly waited for her to finish before he spoke, "I dare not."
Upon hearing his words, Tasha Moore's beautiful face broke into a satisfied smile. She reached out to take Sky's hand, gesturing for him to sit beside her, and handed him a chilled slice of watermelon from the fruit plate. Her tone was very gentle as she said, "Don't be mad at auntie for getting angry. Who's to blame when sometimes you just won't listen? You know, as long as you obediently play the role of my son, then your future life will undoubtedly be smooth and successful. Imagine attending a prestigious school, being surrounded by servants when you go out, and enjoying the finest foods and clothing—wouldn't that be a million times better than living in the orphanage? You wouldn't want to go back there, would you?"
