Chapter 81 Friendship
- Melissa ate another spoonful of that soup and then pushed herself away. "Not anymore," she said. "Beatrice, please."
- The woman smiled at her and then placed the soup on the ground beside her, covering it. "Vengeance is a dish, best served cold," she said with a chuckle.
- "But isn't that petty?" Melissa creased her brows. "You are supposed to be the elderly woman," she complained with an eye roll.