'I'm going to die. I'm really going to die.'
"No... You can't do this! Celeste Grant, you can't do this!" Eve Warren fell apart at the thought of not getting any food. If she wasn't even given a single steamed bun, how was she supposed to hold on until someone came to rescue her? She didn't want to die. She didn't want to die yet.
Celeste Grant spoke up. "I hope you can hold on for a good long while. Toodles~ Jocelyn Grant's mother, don't you think I'm actually a pretty nice person? Look, you came all this way to kill my son, and I didn't even hold a grudge. I found you a job with room and board. I'm just too kind."
'Too kind?'
Hearing this, the disheveled Eve Warren clawed at her own head, looking utterly crazed. "AHHH... You, kind? How are you kind in any way?! You insidious, venomous woman! There's no one in this world more vicious than you! You killed my daughter and destroyed my Cultivation! Why don't you just die?! AHHH, WHY DON'T YOU JUST DIE?!"
