Mia repeatedly apologized, scrambled to clean up the mess, returned to the kitchen to prepare a bowl of soup and fruits, carefully walked to Irish, and then put the dishes on the coffee table one by one.
"It must have been premeditated." Irish agreed with Cassie, frowning tightly and gnashing her teeth.
Cassie was about to open her mouth when he saw Mia knelt on the ground, and they were startled.
"Doctor. Irish, you should scold me." Mia cried, her fingers trembling.
Irish was stunned, "You…."
"The house was stolen that day. Actually, I knew it for a long time." Mia was crying.
"Make your words clear." Irish felt an ominous foreboding, staring at Mia, whose voice turned cold.
Mia raised her hand, wiped a handful of tears, and told her the story.
