Chapter 112


    Veronica was stunned at the hug that came out of nowhere. She then began to wail as she pushed Math


    ew away. “Waa… Matthew, you motherless scum! Why are you doing this to me?! Don‘t you realize how


    miserable I‘ve beentely? What did I do in my past life to bump into you? If it weren‘t for you, I‘wouldn‘t


    havee across


    so much sh*t! Waaa… B*stard, you knew how much trouble I‘m in and you‘re still trying to scare me! I ha


    te you! Waa…”


    Ever since Veronica met Matthew, her peaceful life had slowly turned into chaos. Thinking about the bum


    py roads and being at the brink of death, she could pass out from the pressure. She got even more terrifi


    ed when she was being over–


    analytical toward Matthew‘s swiftly changing emotions. Thus, when the man suddenly embraced her, she


    thought he was only teasing her. As her frustrations imploded, she broke down like a lost child.


    As her crying was too sudden, Matthew hastily peered at her and only went up to her after a while. He gr


    asped her shoulder and caressed her cheek with his right hand, attempting to wipe the tears off her chee


    k with his thumb: “You look ugly when you cry.” She‘s so dumb, so dumb that it hurts...


    Veronica gazed at Matthew with her soaked, reddened eyes. As she whimpered, Matthew had no idea h


    ow tofort her. “Who are you calling ugly?!” She was exasperated.


    “Okay, okay. I‘m the ugly one.” He brushed the tears


    off her cheek and pushed her into his arms with his right hand. His left palm caressed the back of her he


    ad as it fondled her hair. “Shh… Don‘t cry anymore.” This never–before–


    seen tenderness and indulgence he was disying were seemingly etched into his very soul right now.


    He was devastated by her sorrowfulness. Patting her back, heforted, “I was simply going to look for


    some berries for you to eat.”


    Nevertheless, the woman in his arms continued to cry.


    She snuggled against his chest and felt the warmth within. Feeling her sense of security recovering, she


    slowly shut her eyes. “Let me be here for a little more, okay?”


    When she was washed away by the flood, she felt absolutely hopeless, as if she had a glimpse at death.


    She used all of her


    energy to get out of the water, only to discover that her wounds were infected, and she could barely mov


    e with her high fever. After getting deserted by the masked man, she could only venture along the woods,


    barely walking as she dragged along her sick, hungry body. She even encountered a python that was te


    n feet long. If she was in her usual condition, she would have handled it in


    seconds. Unfortunately, given her fragile body, she could only detour around it.


    When she was finally far away from it, she took a rest on the tree in the middle of the nighi, only to, as lu


    ck would have it, be approached by a pack of wolves. As she was desperate, what were three days felt li


    ke a century to her, and every second was a trial of survival. After getting immensely tormented, she


    almost lost herself. Therefore, all she wanted now was to lie in Matthew‘s arm, seizing every trace


    of thefort she could gel.


    “Mhm…” He softly uttered, “For as long as you want.”


    As


    she rested in his embrace, her terrible mood was lifted. Then, she opened her reddened eyes. “Thank yo


    u… brother.” Although she wanted to say his name instead of “brother,” she was touched


    by how his attitude toward her changed recently. “I know you‘re only keeping me alive to make Grandma


    happy. But still, I‘m grateful.”


    Followingly, she crawled out of his arms and blinked her eyes to shake off the teardrops hanging on her l


    engthyshes, assuring, “Don‘t worry. As long as I‘m alive, I‘ll give whatever I have to keep Grandma hap


    py.” She then heaved a sigh before profoundly stating, “Grandma‘s lucky to have a grandson like you. Ho


    w nice!”


    A grandson like you? For some reason, the supposedpliment sounded odding out from her mo


    uth. Upon the “praise,” Matthew‘s face that was overflowing with adoration instantaneously turned gloom


    y, so gloomy that mushrooms


    could grow on his face. The man‘s limited warmth was gradually ground away by her words. He slightly p


    arted his lips and replied, “Then you better fulfill your role as ‘god granddaughter, or else…”


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    “Or else what?” Veronica pursed her lips. “Or else I‘ll make you a walking dead, isn‘t it? Fine, fine, I get it.


    I‘ll treat Grandma in the best way I can. Now go get me some berries. I‘m starving. Grandma‘s heart is g


    onna be crushed if I starve to death.” She waved her hand and rubbed her rumbling tummy as she gazed


    at him. As if I haven‘t seen through your mind, scum!


    Having resided in Bloomstead for months, she had garnered a certain amount of information regarding th


    e city, especially information pertaining to the Kings Family. She was aware of Matthew‘s seventh uncle,


    who was currently overseas, and his power as well as influence. Before she departed to Almeida County,


    she had heard news about this uncle of his returning to Bloomstead. And his existence would be the gre


    atest obstacle to Matthew to inherit the Kings Family‘s properties. That was the reason why Matthew wou


    ld do anything toe and rescue her. To him, she was merely a pawn on the chessboard to please his


    grandmother, which would, in return. help him secure said “properties.” Inter days, he


    might even make her his “spy” to gather “intelligence” from his grandmother.


    She wasn‘t a three–year–


    old, so she was determined how much of an opportunist Matthew was. To her, he would give anything to


    retain things or people that would benefit him. Sibling love? F*ck that!


    Matthew, on the other hand, had no idea that in a span of


    seconds, the entire plot of a movie had yed in her mind.


    “Great that you know.” He nced at Veronica with his deep eyes before walking away to swing a forcefu


    In response, Veronica wiped the tears off her cheeks and let out a scoff, muttering, “I merely figured out h


    Then, she turned around and caught the masked man, who was sitting by the tree, taking glimpses at her


    The masked man was stunned and hastily lowered his head, continuing to


    consume the meat wordlessly. The less he spoke, the less significant his presence was.


    Shortly after, Matthew returned with a number of pears in his hands.


    At the sight of the pears, Veronica‘s eyes glistened as she was astounded. “Where did you get them from


    didn‘t I see any pears earlier?”