Cecilia’s words were fair, her voice was calm, and she was objectively stating a fact.
Veronica’s hands and feet were stiff, and she quickly turned and walked towards the kitchen, fearing that she would be close to Cecilia, so that the sharp Cecilia could notice the clues.
But she didn’t say a word, nor did she conform to the ordinary appearance. Lillian didn’t think much about it. Thinking she was still struggling, she said: “This kind of thing is also extremely difficult to say, and emotional matters are particularly complicated. Right to beak.”
“What about you, mom?” Veronica blurted out subconsciously. After speaking, she panicked and quickly lowered her head.
Cecilia raised her head in surprise and looked in the direction of the kitchen. She happened to see Veronica, who was still softly slicing vegetables in front of the operating table, just like an ordinary mother and daughter just saying casually.
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