Aria giggled as she felt happier after mocking her mother. She expected her mother to grit her teeth, glare at her, or even slap her. It would be better if Anastasia started calling her names too, because it would give Aria a reason to attack her and torture her until she was satisfied.
But Anastasia did none of those. Instead, she kept her mouth shut and continued walking towards the dining room. Aria clicked her tongue and muttered, "Boring."
Deep down, Anastasia did feel anger at her daughter for calling her boring, useless, and other stuff, but she also realized that she was the one who raised this girl. Aria was her byproduct.
'And I have raised a failed product,' Anastasia thought as she quickly prepared the food for Aria.
Aria sat on the chair leisurely. The scent of food didn't entice her anymore after she became a witch. The scent of a kid's blood was ten times better than any food she had ever tasted before.
