"What the hell do you want to do?"

Tilia fell into a trance for a moment, but after seeing the current appearance of Wormien, she instantly woke up.

With sullen eyes and hysterical paranoia, she clenched Wormien's wrist tightly and pulled the man towards her until there was no more gap.

Her lips were lightly pressed against Mrs. Warmin's ear, like an intimate scratch, and more like a cold question.

"Ma'am, why are you betting on Philip, why am I better than that idiot?"

"Tilia, the truth is not what you think." Mrs. Wormien fell back weakly, her voice hoarse from being tortured for days.

"Madam, then tell me, what is the truth? You raised a child of Philip in the dark, and took care of him just as you took care of me back then. When he grows up, you will give up the throne under me. and to him?"

The speed of speech became faster and faster, and the tone of voice became more and more urgent. Tilia forced the woman to a corner, with an expression that seemed to devour her in the next instant.

Wormien turned her head away. She didn't know how to explain her physical and mental torment. She weakly supported the wall on the inside and said after a while.

"Tilia, the Wormien family is only driven by profit. It has always been a family practice to cultivate multiple heirs. Philip's children will not threaten you."

With this remark again, Tilia's face was half hidden in the firelight, the coldness of the corners of her lips cut into the bone marrow,

"So Madam, I'm just one of your many choices?"

Physically and mentally exhausted, Vormeen's thin and white eyelids twitched fiercely, and Tilia suddenly went blank.

The drastic change made her unstoppable.

Leaning against the cold wall, Wormien fell into a brief silence.

Wormien didn't speak, Tilia took it as her acquiescence, and sneered coldly at the suspicious water mark dragged out from under Wormyn.

Then Tilia slowly got closer, slowly lost control, and slowly shredded the remaining reason.

"Ma'am, it doesn't matter. I killed that child myself, and you can only be mine alone."

With amazing possessiveness surging in his eyes, Tilia approached slowly.

The entire chest tightened and compressed sharply, Tilia sank her fingers between Vomien's lips and teeth, and said with a light smile,

"Madam, you will stay here every day from now on, and I will come to accompany you every day. You belong to me alone, and I am only yours."

The frivolous and humiliating words made Wormien feel humiliated and heartbroken. This child she watched grow up would humiliate her like this one day, and Wormien struggled to get further away from Tilia.

"Tilia, do you know what you're talking about? Who am I?"

Admiring Wormien's struggle, Tilia showed an indifferent expression and said fiercely,

"Ma'am, that doesn't matter anymore, you can only stay here now,"

In Vormeen's still disbelieving and embarrassed eyes, Tilia bent over to cover her lips.

Vormeen couldn't understand why he was in the current situation until now, obviously Tilia is such a well-behaved and weak child.

For more than ten years, she stood in front of Tilia, planned for her, thought about her, and dealt with her. She had no children of her own, and always regarded Tilia as her own child.

But why...

Disappointed, embarrassed, sad...

A lot of emotions changed on Mrs. Warmin's face. There were small fine lines at the end of her eyes, and the water blew through and disappeared into her hair, adding a bit of the flavor of time.

Tilia's eyes were glued to Wormian, watching her tremble, watching her overwhelmed, watching her ashamed and angry...

Wiping the water from the end of Vormeen's eyes, Tilia laughed inexplicably.

She didn't regret it at all, not even a moment.

It was obviously the lady who made the mistake first, and the lady who betrayed first, Tilia recited in her heart.

He pressed Wormien's resisting hands to the top of his head, feeling the smoothness of the ironing on his palms.

"Madam, you have to admit that you like it."

These words made Vormeen extremely embarrassed, and she raised her hand and slapped Tilia's face in shock and anger, struggling to get out of her pliers. escape from control.

It was difficult to find a trace of calm and reason, Wormien compromised,

"Tilia, you are not an opponent of the Holy Court. If you trap me here, you will not get the true allegiance of the Wormien family. Let me go out, and I will help you get what you want."

Now that Philip's illegitimate son is dead, Tilia is the only option for the Warmin family.

Aside from the hard work he has spent on Tilia for so many years, Wormien will choose to continue to stand behind Tilia just from the interests of the family.

"Oh, then I want my wife, is my wife willing too?"

Tilia's scorching gaze was fixed on Vormeen, not letting go of the slightest expression on her face.

"Tilia, don't say anything like this in the future." Not wanting to provoke Tilia, Wormien tried to soften his tone as much as possible. Facing Tilia who was completely unreasonable and ignored, Wormien lowered his stance. to appease her.

Tilia didn't appreciate it, she lost her breath, and then smiled disdainfully,

"Madam, how do you know that I can't fight against the Holy Court? Your conclusion is too early."

Thinking of the news from Golan, the smile on Tilia's face grew even wider, revealing a stubborn madness.

All the persuasion was in vain, Wormion found sadly, his will gradually fell apart and succumbed to Tilia.

Tears fell, and Mrs. Warmin looked at the bed curtains above her head, unable to sleep all night.

Tilia's body is very thin and weak, and it is hard to imagine that such amazing strength is hidden in her body.

The light outside the window turned from bright to dark, and Tilia seemed to be tireless, and she didn't withdraw her hand until Wormien begged her.

Since the last time she went to Golan to see Wen Lin, Tilia's physical condition began to improve step by step, but she was still very weak.