Chapter 77 Don't Be Such Generous Person

• “Right… Margarita … Delgado,” my mother echoed my words, a hint of surprise evident in her tone. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness washed over me, and the teacup I held nearly slipped from my grasp if Marry hadn’t rushed in to steady it.
• “Madam, are you feeling alright?” Marry asked gently, concern etched on her face. My mother glanced at me before addressing Marry, “Marry, could you assist me in taking her to her room—”
• “Aunt, I can help with that too,” Bianca interjected, quickly rising to support me.