"Lucia, what other relatives do you have besides me? I am your only mother. There's no overnight enmity between mother and daughter. Hurry up and make them let me go." Seeing that she was about to be taken away, Lark played the emotional card anxiously.

Lucia, expressionless, took Lark's hatred into her eyes and was about to show her fox tail? She had knelt before her mother and knocked her head, but she didn't get a shred of sympathy from Lark.

She and Faye joined forces to send herself to hell.

Lucia clamped Lark's wrist with silent force, smiling and speaking word by word, "Mom is getting old. If she really goes to prison, I guess her body won't be able to take it."

Lark let out a tearful sigh of relief and sneered in his heart that Lucia was indeed the same, still so gullible.

"So, I'll go home first and prepare some simple daily necessities for my mother, and then I'll be able to start anew in prison and learn a skill." Having said that, she threw away Lark's wrist, her eyes full of disgust.

Lark was not willing to let Lucia go, her sharp nails scratching the back of her hand, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Lucia, what on earth will you do to let me go?"

She couldn't understand how her daughter, who was foolishly obedient yesterday morning, had changed so much overnight.

Lucia, in disgust, knocked her hand off and, disregarding the scratch on the back of her hand, said coldly, "Either go to prison or you cut off all ties with me."

Cut off relations?

Lark was stunned. All these years, the two of them had relied on each other for survival. Lucia, though not doing well under her hands, had never given up the desire to be affirmed by her. She had always hoped that he would look at her one more time.

Why did she leave her? Did she no longer long for her tenderness and love?

"Lucia, Mom knows you've been wronged. Be good. When you get home, Mom will apologize to you and make you your favorite stir-fried asparagus."

But Lucia didn't give in as expected, and the disgust in her eyes deepened. "Ms. Lark, stir-fried asparagus is your favorite, not mine."

A mother who has been with her daughter for twenty years can even get her daughter's preferences wrong, which shows that Lark has never cared about Lucia.

Lark reined in her tenderness, her face ashen. "You really want to part ways with me, Lucia. You should know that apart from me, you have nothing."

"As always, if you want me to drop the lawsuit, then... Get out of my world. From now on, don't provoke me."

There was no crying, no sadness, only an indescribable peace.

And when such Lucia fell into Steven's eyes, a tinge of heartache flashed in his cold and restrained gaze.

But Lucia was completely immersed in her own plan.

Lark, Faye's lackey, wouldn't have chosen to put this time bomb beside her unless she was brainless.

Besides, with her connection to Faye, even if she were to go to prison, she would most likely be released. If she were to live under her nose, there would be a lot of inconvenience for her to do some underhanded tricks.

It would be better... Take this opportunity to break off all ties with Lark and avoid getting yourself into trouble in the future.

Lucia was so strange that she didn't give Lark any chance to bargain.

"How about it? You write an agreement in front of the police, in front of Mr. Steven, and then we take it to court. Otherwise, I will surely come to prison every month to show my respect to you."

How could this little bitch threaten himself?

Lark was most afraid of being called old, but today Lucia was like she had eaten explosives, saying "prison", "old man", stabbing her heart with each word.

"Not willing? Police, I'm going to report..."

"Wait, I sign, I sign." Isn't it just a severance agreement? Lucia wasn't her daughter in the first place.

Lark held her breath in her chest, neither up nor down, stomped her foot, and still picked up pen and paper to write an agreement at the police station and threw it in front of Lucia.

He didn't even bother to pretend what was just now and said sarcastically, "You must think it through. Without me, you are nothing. You will have to be self-reliant in the future."

Not to mention anything else, she doesn't even have a house.

Lucia looked at the agreement with satisfaction, then gave her a disdained look, "Have you ever supported me? I'm not afraid of going out of my tongue when I say this."

Rather than saying that Lark raised her, it would be more accurate to say that she was Lark's cash cow.

In order to earn money and to humiliate her, Lark deliberately made Lucia pretend to be disabled and beg in the streets when she was eight or nine years old. That humiliating experience will never be forgotten.

Lark glared at Lucia with rage, Lucia grew strong wings and was about to fly, Jam was taken away, what was Faye going to do with her audition today?

Faye has instructed that Lucia mustn't be allowed to go for the audition.

Well, there's a treasure in the house. It's Lucia's most precious pair of old shoes. Though she doesn't know what's good about them, if she hides them secretly and threatens them, she might be able to stop the audition.

Lucia couldn't guess what Lark was thinking. She deliberately kept silent and turned up her voice just as she was about to leave.

"Don't touch my things, or I'll Sue you for violating someone's property."

As he spoke, the contemptuous glances around him pierced like thorns, Lark gritted his teeth, and a glint of malice flashed in his eyes.

"Those crappy things of yours, treat them as if they were something."

At the entrance of the police station, Lucia looked up at the blue sky, as if it had been a long time since she had been in the mood to enjoy such a beautiful scene.

It's good to be alive.

Thinking of Jam just now, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. This scumbag killed many girls in his previous life, most of whom had no place to complain because of his power.

I didn't expect that I would be able to bring him down so early when I was reborn. I guess I've made a great contribution.

Three minutes later, a limited edition Bentley pulled up at the door, its body as shiny as new, revealing the owner's supreme dignity.

It was obvious that this was the car to pick up Steven.

Lucia pursed her lips and bowed sincerely, "Thank you, Mr. Steven, for taking up so much of your time.

He was the first person to be kind to her after she was reborn.

"No." Steven shook his head. "I got a free show."

Lucia is a very smart woman, and I'm afraid all of this today is in her scheme.

"In the future, if you can use me, please speak up." This Steven is no ordinary person, and though we don't have much interaction in the future, we still have to show some courtesy.

It turned out that Steven narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Well, I will. I hope Miss Lucia will be ready to be called anytime."

As he spoke, his slender fingers snatched her phone and entered a private number with an unflinching attitude.

Lucia: "..." How do you feel like you're on a pirate ship?

She watched Steven leave in person and, by some strange force, took out the business card in her bag and felt it through her mind. Steven, whom she had never heard of in her previous life, but had heard of a House of Grant.

It was an unattainable existence, a century-old family, House of Chandler wasn't even worthy of carrying shoes.

Lucia laughed at her daydreaming, and just then the phone rang urgently and answered.