"You can't say that, if there is no evidence to prove that no one said that it was her Sylliste who caused the fire, some people said that they saw Syllister's father invite several judges of the court to a hotel for dinner shortly after the fire, and he was so enthusiastic about those judges, if it wasn't for the sake of clearing his daughter's guilt, with such condescension?"
"You have a point in saying this, isn't it rare for a rich man to clear his sins, but pity the old couple who were burned alive in the house."
The female chef who was frying the steak heard all the words of the two waiters.
It didn't suppose it had anything to do with her, but she reacted surprisingly, listening as if she was wandering, watching the white walls with a distorted expression, not even knowing that the steak on the pan was already burnt.
"Mrs.
Rowling, what's the matter with you, look at your steaks, they're all about to turn into carbon, poor fellow" It wasn't until a cook standing nearby called out to her that Mrs.
Rowling came to her senses.
Mrs.
Rowling looked down at the charred steak on the pan, and hurriedly flipped it with a spatula to remedy it, but it was completely charred and unusable when it was turned to the other side.
"God" Looking at the charred steak, Mrs.
Rowling cried out in pain.
She remembered her parents, who had been burned to death in the house four years earlier, when they had been burned as black and horrific as the steak.
Until then, she had thought the fire was caused by her parents' improper use of gas.
It turned out that everything was done by the woman Sylliste not only burned her parents, but also spent money to clear her own charges Mrs.
Rowling's expression became hideous, and a vicious thought sprouted in her heart.
A creature like a human being, as long as he has a little emotion, will not look at his father's killer and not say a word in front of him.
A family of three was sitting by the window eating.
It's normal for two adults to eat.
But Becca, the girl, was naughty again, and she was simply restless, so she had to hold her little fork and poke it everywhere, sometimes poking the dishes and sometimes the bowls.
Sometimes he would put his fork on Ciel's plate and grab the food that Cyr had brought back and eat it himself, and after eating, he would proudly show off his little shell teeth to Ciel.
The little domineering naughty appearance made the two of them both funny and loved.
Only hatred does not arise.
"Sir, madam, your steak has arrived."
The three of them were frolicking when the waiter approached with a tray containing three steaks.
The waiter put the three steaks on the table of the three of them, gave Sir a look as he picked up the tray, and then smiled at the three of them, "Sir, Mrs., please use it slowly, if you need anything, you can come to the service desk to find us." ” With that, the waiter retreated.
Ciel's flushed complexion had just regained and turned white again.
She looked at the steak in front of her table and bit her lip nervously.
"Eat."
He looked at Sildaw, then turned to his daughter and asked, "Do you want Daddy to cut you into small pieces?"
"Don't, I'm going to eat big pieces, the bigger the better, just don't listen to Dad."
Who told her to only allow her to eat a piece of spicy chicken just now?
If Dad had allowed her to eat ten pieces, she wouldn't have been angry.
Becca said aggressively, then picked up the whole steak with her small gloved hands and handed it to her lips.
"Don't you can't eat" Ciel quickly stood up and patted the steak Becca was holding in his hand, watching his daughter gasp in shock. oshow7 t1706231537: