Save Myself from Desperation

The message sent by Galvin is: [Sister, are you sick? Still feeling unwell? Why did you go to the hospital?] Ashley was slightly surprised: [Hospital?]

Galvin: [A reporter took a photo of you and Miranda going to the hospital and posted it online. ]NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

Ashley immediately looked online.

It turned out that he was visiting Brittany Walsh in the hospital two days ago, and was photographed by a reporter and posted online.

Ashley felt helpless and replied to Galvin: [No, | went to the hospital to visit my friend. ]

Galvin sent another message: [As long as you are not sick! Sister, take care of yourself!]

Ashley looked at Galvin’s message, her eyes lingered on the title “sister”, and her mind sank slightly. Galvin...is related to Abby Blake?

Ashley looked at the photo of Abby Blake sent by Miranda again.

The middle-aged woman in the photo is mature, charming and smart.

She is indeed Jessica’s biological mother, especially her mouth, which looks exactly like Jessica’s.

Abby Blake is now the artist director of Miranda’s agency. She wants to steal Miranda’s perfume endorsement and sign it with other stars..

Ashley tapped her delicate white fingers twice on the steering wheel, suddenly raised a smile on her lips, and sent a message to Miranda:

[Don’t worry about endorsements, I’m here for you. ]

After receiving the message, Miranda opened her eyes slightly, feeling flattered for a while. She suddenly felt like a little female star in an idol drama being protected by a boss. Who could not be moved by this!

After Ashley sent the message to Miranda, she checked online again. Fans were very worried when they saw the photo of her entering the hospital that the reporter broke.

09:02

Ashley posted?

visiting a friend in the hospital to reassure fans. Then | couldn't wait to drive home.

Valentin is still waiting for her at home-

As soon as | got home and walked into the living room, | saw my second brother holding a plate of small black cakes and looking at Valentin with a threatening look on his face, “I just let you take a bite of the cake. | don’t mean to kill you. You Why is such a chaste warrior unwilling to obey even to the death? You run here all day long, and | haven’t told you yet. If you still want to come over in the future, just eat all this plate of cakes for me today!”

Ashley’s eyelids twitched, a drop of cold sweat fell from her forehead, and she immediately stepped forward, “Second brother, don’t bully him!”

He also said that after eating them all... he wanted to kill Valentin! I'm really helpless. Why hasn't the second brother given up trying to trick. Valentin? Does he have an idea of how unpalatable the food he makes is?

When Lester saw Ashley coming back, he raised his hands to prove his innocence, “Sister, | didn’t bully him, | just wanted him to taste the cal made.”

Ashley, “...Isn’t this called bullying?”

If you eat this cake, it will be as powerful as a biological weapon!

Lester looked at his sister’s protective look and had no choice but to turn- to Valentin and narrowed his eyes, “Tell yourself, did | bully you?”

Valentin pulled Ashley who was protecting him in front of him, “Ashley, the second brother didn’t bully me. He just wanted me to eat the cake. When he saw that | didn’t eat it, he just scolded me a few times. It’s okay with me.”

When Ashley heard this, she felt heartbroken and looked at her second brother angrily, “You're still scolding him?!”

Lester at this time,

Haha, this dead green coffee!

09:02

This Valentin!

Ashley glanced at the cake held in the second brother’s hand, coughed lightly and said quietly, “Second brother, please give the cake to Frankie to eat, maybe he will like it! If Valentin doesn’t like sweets, don’t give it to him. He did it, really!”

After saying that, he took Valentin and ran back to his room.

Lester looked at the cake in his hand and imagined the scene. If he served it to Frankie, Frankie would probably beat him to a wheelchair...

Alas, the world is so big, why doesn’t anyone appreciate his cooking skills?

Forget it, let's save it for Joe to eat later.