Jose Floyd's gaze directed at Ryan Seys turned even colder.
Nicole Seys tightened her protective embrace around Ryan, staring at Jose Floyd's actions, her fingers so tense that her palms were cold with sweat.
"Ryan, it's best to eat the apple with the skin. If you don't want to eat the skin, Auntie will peel it for you." Nicole Seys held Ryan close, her gaze shrinking as she looked at Jose Floyd.
On the coffee table in the room, there was a fruit plate and a knife. Nicole knew that Ryan didn't like eating fruit with the skin. Afraid he might further provoke Jose Floyd, Nicole moved slightly, planning to go to the coffee table to get the fruit knife to peel an apple for Ryan.
As soon as she moved a bit, the pain became indescribable, causing her to frown deeply.
The person by the window furrowed his brows slightly.
